Voice 01 → Kitten in a Tree.
[The voice feed cuts in, but for a moment there's nothing to hear. Just the sound of rustling leaves and branches, and the whip of wind, and someone cursing softly and indistinctly under their breath as they attempt to grapple with the not-Dreamberry thing.
[Then a voice. Young, male, a little panicked.]Uh, hello? Can anybody hear me ( Read more... )
[Then a voice. Young, male, a little panicked.]Uh, hello? Can anybody hear me ( Read more... )
[She sounds kind of giddy, too.]
Hey, you into any kind of sports or gymnastics? Can you climb down? Or jump branches to the next tree?
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[He giggles again. This is... well, pretty freaky, but he can't deny it's also a bit of a buzz.]
Could try and jump, I guess... don't see any way down from this one. Pretty awesome view, hey?
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Hey, climb to the very top of your tree, maybe I can find you?
[The heat would make for some great thermals for my eagle morph...]
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[The transmission cuts off abruptly. Reckless though Ken can get even he's not gonna try climbing and talking. He's not that eager to break his neck.
[Silence for a few minutes, then wind. Then:]
Okay, you still there?
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[The walkie-talkie cuts off at this point, as Rachel turns it off and sets it carefully between two forking branches. She strips off her pajamas to just the leotard underneath, and begins to morph... which morph? Some sort of bird. Tropical bird... parrot? Why not--because you can't remember what kind of senses it had, stupid. Okay. Stick to the bald eagle, you know that morph inside and out.
Rachel allows the changes to begin: the shrinking, the patterns of feathers, the hollowing out of the bones, the protrusion of the face into a beak--]
She flaps up into the air, grasping the walkie-talkie in her talons, before spotting Ken. Raptor vision--you gotta love it. She lands in a nearby tree, behind him and inside the foliage, and demorphs quickly, before climbing back up over the canopy. She calls over and waves.]
Hey! Is that you?
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[Ken clambers a little higher up onto the forest canopy - wow but it's a long way to fall from up here. Spectacular though the view is the unbroken mass of trees, trees and more damn trees as far as the eye can see, with only the ominously smoking peak of a volcano for flavor, it isn't exactly one of the world's most reassuring sights. Where'd the city go?
[Scanning the treetops for any sign of a teenage girl and seeing nothing that looks even vaguely human, Ken waves. He feels a little stupid for it but it's not like he's got any better ideas...
[He's got to admit it, he relieved when he hears the sound of Rachel's voice.]
Yeah, I'm the guy stuck in the tree!
[He waves a little more vigorously, breaking into a smile. Well, at least he's not alone up here. That makes him feel rather better.]
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[Rachel waves, then points downwards and mimes climbing across. Without giving Ken a chance to answer, she ducks back down, climbing below to where the branches will support her weight better. She considers morphing chimpanzee or Hork-Bajir, both arboreal, but decides not to risk it. Morphing is exhausting, and she doesn't want to risk not having the ability to run the heck away. Adrenaline only helps so much.
Not that swinging from tree to tree in human form is any more intelligent. But she takes her time finding one that might work as a shorter parallel bar, and goes for it, her walkie-talkie tucked into the bust of her leotard.
Even without morphing, she's starting to feel the exertion as she makes it up to the top, where Ken is, but is still pretty giddy with the adrenaline, too.]
Hi. Made it.
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[Too late. she's already vanished back beneath the canopy.
[For a long moment Ken simply sits and waits, listening to the cries of the birds and the rustling of the leaves in the treetops, ears peeled for the sound of anything that could suggest someone moving through the treetops below him. He's sure he trusts this girl to know what she's doing - if he had to explain quite why, well, she just seems the type - but at the same time he's worried. He knows what he's doing, and he's still horribly conscious that it's a long way to fall--]
[Again he's relieved when he catches sight of Rachel clambering through the canopy, this time almost close enough to touch, and he gives her a smile. If he thinks anything of her ability to get over here in the first place, Ken guesses she must have just had an easier time of it finding her way through the jungle canopy than he would have done and puts no more consideration than that into the matter.]
Well hi, you know this kinda isn't how I expected actually meeting you to go?
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[Or so she lied. Rachel had, indeed, been transported back to the time of dinosaurs due to a freak nuclear explosion. But she's not going to talk about that now.]
I don't think anyone expects to meet like this, really. You want meetings to be exciting, but not really so insane.
[Not that Rachel was opposed to be a bit of insanity, but, well. She pulls the walkie-talkie out of her leotard--which is all she's wearing, by the way--and frowns at it.]
I guess this was the gizmo, huh?
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[At least nobody's grown tentacles yet not mentioning that here.
[Ken's also kinda dead set on not mentioning the fact that he's sitting in a tree with a pretty girl in a leotard. And, apparently, nothing else. Not that he's doing a whole lot better, of course: it's been way too hot lately for pajamas, so he'd taken to sleeping in shorts and a tee-shirt. That, though, is fairly standard for a heatwave - leotards more kind of aren't. It's one Hell of a thing to fall asleep in, but... well, Ken guesses there's some kind of an explanation for it.]
Yeah, I was... well, I was kind of expecting coffee to be involved. Not dinosaurs. I don't think anyone expects dinosaurs. Or waking up in a tree.
[He very deliberately tries not to look as Rachel pulls the walkie-talkie out of her leotard, instead choosing to fidget with his own. Quick, think of something non-committal to say--]
Guess so. Yours turned into one of these too?
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[That thought is creepy, though, so Rachel doesn't dwell on it.]
I'm going to assume you don't remember how you got up here, right? Do you know how to get down?
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