Everything looks better when the sun goes down...

[redhotsummers]

WHO: Alex Summers and YOU!!
WHAT: Saving people, killing shit, hanging with the bros
WHEN: Friendly Reminder event day 1-3
WHERE: all over promenade!
WARNINGS: Injuries, monster death blood and gore.

Comments

DAY 1 - wherever

[shifts]

[ To be quite honest, Eames doesn't have the time to analyze what so much disruption - and the nature of it - means in terms of the dreamscape as a whole. While some of it serves as explanation for more night terror than anything else - it's too wholly unnatural to try and explain away in any psyche, at least, in his own - it is more important at this point that he manage to survive than get all philosophical about it.

It's a little hard, after all, to sit down and write notes when something is trying to rip your skin off or various appendages - furthermore still to begin a debate when he can't seem to bring a weapon to existence that actually works. Anxiety manifests in curious ways in the dreamscape - but Eames would rather wholly do without.

He'd used his hands for the first one. Having four more decide to give it a go is far more problematic than he thinks he'll be able to deal with at current, so Eames does what any other grown ass man would do in this sort of situation.

He sweats a bit. ]

[redhotsummers]

[Seeing the man in trouble (despite taking down one of the monsters with his bear (lol) hands, fuck), Alex starts to book it towards Eames, projecting as loud as he can in his mind.]

Get down!

[He needs a clear shot, and as he slides to a stop he takes a deep breath and lets off a blast; with luck he'll take out all of the monsters without singeing Eames.]

[shifts]

[ Eames doesn't hesitate - spend as long as he has around certain hazardous objects, you tend to follow warnings without a large amount of questioning. He, more or less, dodge rolls out of the way as he spots out of the corner of his eye something akin to a thick laser coming his way. There's a half-second moment where the monsters shriek in something akin to pain but it's quickly followed by another more comforting sound- them dropping. Eames picks himself up from the ground, casting a cursory glance toward them, then his savior. ]

Cheers. That's useful, innit?

[redhotsummers]

Yeah. None of them seem immune to it, at least.

[Alex is flexing his hands, trying to work a cramp out of his fingers. They've been damaged already once today; luckily he doesn't need anything but his chest to use his power.]

Has your apartment been breached?

[He walks forward; he'll get this guy inside--the voice, is familiar though, at least. Alex pays attention to voices, always had. In solitary when your world is seen through a tiny slit, voices is what you learn to recognize, more.]

Think we've talked before.

[shifts]

That's a silly question. Why else would I be out here in the midst of an... [ He isn't really sure what to call this, let alone what to blame it on. ] attack?

[ He nods, all the same. ]

I remember your voice on that posting of mine.

[redhotsummers]

Because some people are idiots.

[Not saying you are, Eames. But he's seen stupid acts more than once.]

Alex.

[This is where you give your name, Eames. He saved your life. Be nice.]