♟ oo1 || Accidental Voice Post

[getyoufirst]

[Audio]
[A tapping sound, a mutter]

What is this? This is not Manhattan or the 1930s. Perhaps I should use this thing.

A typewriter?

[A childish voice louder than necessary, sounding confused, distressed.]

Hello? Can anyone hear me? I'm lost, and-

[A pause, a well-placed whimper]

-I'm alone.

Surely there's someone here of use. I need shelter

Comments

[splotting]

Czes?

Audio

[getyoufirst]

Ah- Mr. Jacuzzi.

...I'm scared.

Audio

[splotting]

Ah! Wh-what's around you? I-I'll come get you!

Audio

[getyoufirst]

A carousel. It's making really weird noises.

Audio

[splotting]

Carousel, the square...

I'll be right there!

Audio

[getyoufirst]

Please hurry.

Action

[splotting]

[And about five minutes later there he is running to the carousel. He takes a moment to find Czes's small form and then jogs over, panting from the exertion of running from his apartment at full tilt]

C-Czes... Y-you're... alright...

Action

[getyoufirst]

[He looks up with frightened eyes, lips frowning. He's wary but somewhat thankful. It is much safer staying with someone he knows, if only as an acquaintance, than a complete stranger.]

Mr. Jacuzzi.

[A well-placed sniff and holds out his hand.]

Where am I?

Action

[splotting]

[He takes Czes's hands, only the fact that he believes Czes is scared is keeping him from crying.]

This is The City. I-It's kind of hard to explain, but we've sort of been... ah... kidnapped?

Action

[getyoufirst]

[His grip tightens a fraction, alarmed]

...Kidnapped?

[Eyes narrow, and he's a bit perturbed. He needed to find a way to escape this situation.]

Can we escape?

Action

[splotting]

[And he's realizing that might not have been the best way to put it. he squeezes Czes's hand reassuringly.]

Ah... I-I don't know of any methods of escape... but...

[He kneels down, obviously trying to think of some way to comfort the little boy.]

W-would you like to get some ice cream? I'll try to explain everything better while we eat.

Action

[getyoufirst]

[Knowing what was expected of him, he smiles.]

Wow! Thank you, Mr. Jacuzzi!

[He needs more information, a method to escape. Ice cream was a small bonus.]

Can I get two scoops?

Action

[splotting]

[Smiles, relieved that Czes doesn't seem upset anymore.]

Of course you can.

[He stands up and looks around, trying to remember exactly where the nearest ice cream parlour is.]

Action

[getyoufirst]

[He watches Jacuzzi, wondering if the man himself knew his way around this place. He sorely hoped so.]

Mr. Jacuzzi. Does this mean you're kidnapped, too?