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Night 58: Pantry 1

Sep 25, 2011 23:15

[from here]Momentum carried Kirk forward even as the scene changed: snow gave way to tiled floor and the field to a row of shelves, which they all got to experience intimately as Kirk slammed into Glasses and Wichita, and the two of them slammed into an assortment of soup cans, which tumbled off the shelf and down on their heads. Being the tallest ( Read more... )

kirk, s.t., zack, wichita, tifa, billy harrow

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zombiefree September 27 2011, 02:03:32 UTC

Tears sprung in Wichita's eyes as soon as she felt that hand on her arm; the contact seemed to trigger how absolutely screwed she felt, and when they sprang... forward? Down? She couldn't tell. She just felt momentum, and then she was getting a face-full of metal and she nearly screamed from the pain in her shoulder. Instead she pressed her mouth shut as tightly as she could, the sound grinding in her throat. There was no space in there, nowhere to move, and the anger and confusion she felt just moments before were completely washed out in favor of panic and fear and sadness ( ... )

touchedgod September 27 2011, 21:32:14 UTC

This had been what Billy had expected to find about forty five minutes ago. This was the sort of teleportation he was supposed to have experienced. Of course, being bombarded by food stuffs with someone in tears wasn't part of the original plan. It was a little late to be complaining about his design going awry, though. He recovered quickly enough from the shock, and took stock of where they had landed. As his eyes skimmed the shelves, his mind was still stuck on their rapid change of location. He couldn't completely suppress the chilly fear of another not-death, but... this wasn't Simon's work. "Kirk" had done it, and there had been no classic sound of being beamed, oddly enough. It also didn't escape Billy's notice that Kirk had ordered them to grab one another, or that momentum had been passed through and right into a waiting wall of offended soup cans ( ... )

doneinthree September 27 2011, 21:35:18 UTC

He was right, it was worse; but if Wichita could still stand and talk after all that, it was unlikely to have pierced a lung or someplace equally dire. Kirk watched the other man as he tried to soothe her, and was reminded from his firm but gentle demeanour (and his appearance, a little) of watching Bones with a patient. This man was younger than his friend, probably around their age, but like Bones would've been, he was hardly shaken by what had just transpired. Good ( ... )

zombiefree September 29 2011, 00:40:39 UTC

"Hey." With the added distance between the three of them came another mood change, and Wichita was back to clearing her throat and trying to save face for the second time that night. Even though this time she... actually had a reason for feeling overwhelmingly depressed. "Nice to m-meet you."

It should have bothered her more that she sounded all wrong, but she was too distracted to question it beyond the idea that she was probably just over-reacting due to the fact that she'd never been in a situation like this before. Her mouth opened to protest when Riverside started pulling off his shirt, because what no she didn't want to use his uniform to mop up her blood. He had his own wound to take care of!

But. She was selfish enough not to turn the offer away ( ... )

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toxicspiderman September 28 2011, 02:55:40 UTC

[from here, timeskipped past]

S.T. landed in the pantry, his feet in the middle of a pile of cans and his stomach taking its damn sweet time showing up. It sloshed, when it did. Food was definitely a good idea. Something with less bulk than bran flakes or activated charcoal, but in that vein.

The smell of blood wasn't helping. He shone the flashlight around. There it was. Not much. Maybe someone had splattered an overgrown mosquito somewhere. Not even close to enough to be fatal to a human. He ignored it. He wasn't sure what someone else's blood, especially when it had started to coagulate. Instead, he scratched his hand with the prongs, and it slurped the blood up like a four-toothed gold-plated vampire.

"Here we go." He ignored the really salty stuff in favor of some cookies that were shaped like peanuts just in case the smell wasn't enough. Then he wrestled a box of single-serving yuppie waters down off the high shelf.

He knew what was in Boston tap water. Among other things, his often ill-washed self, back ( ... )

36_24_35 September 29 2011, 00:53:36 UTC

Teleporting never went well with more than two people. Hell, even two could cause serious problems as Tifa's nose knew very well. This time around there was no stocky man-beast to faceplant into, and for that she was grateful. Sprawled in front of Sangamon's feet was not a bad way to go; the cans were hard and bitey, though ( ... )

zack_fair September 29 2011, 19:05:18 UTC

Zack hadn't been prepared for Sangamon to warp them right then and there, but in the end he wasn't left with much choice. The movement came suddenly and harshly, leaving Zack off-balance when they landed in the room. It wasn't one he'd ever been in before, but it soon became obvious why they'd come here. Mainly because he stumbled and ended up knocking a large jar of pickles off of one of the shelves. It fell to the floor and shattered ( ... )

toxicspiderman October 1 2011, 04:16:53 UTC

"Did we need to go anywhere?" The floor was just as comfortable as it had been in Tifa's room. Three of them could deal with any overgrown cockroaches. Going back through the Sun Room when they didn't need to seemed like a stupid idea no matter how much S.T. drank ( ... )

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