four: VOICE/ACTION

[medeafalls]

[action: dancing in the square with a few sparklers in each hand. to be more precise, dancing on railings and fencings, before randomly dropping back onto the ground, before jumping back on after more dancing! lots of spinning, of course.]There are lights, everywhere! Sparks like hope and, the lights, it's like Christmas! Mimics gunshots, but

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[group action]

[retargeted]

[And sat on the floor in the middle of the frontroom is one John, busy working with the scattered remains that once equalled a computer]

[group action]

[sent_back]

[He opens the door and lets River in first]

John.

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[medeafalls]

[She steps in slowly, hugging herself, and clearly Does Not Want to be here. Once she's through the doorway, she immediately scans the room, then looks back at the ground.]

[group action]

[retargeted]

[He glances up briefly at Derek's voice. Though the moment he spots River, he scrambles on to his feet, moving to the far end of the sofa; where one of the many hidden weapons were. He doesn't make a move to take it though.]

Cam- [headshake] ...River?

[group action]

[sent_back]

Yeah. River.

[He looks. Annoyed.]

[group action]

[medeafalls]

[And oh, can she tell. She shrinks back against the door, glancing from Derek to John before looking back at the floor.]

Similar but reflections lie. True stories are a harder fit.

[group action]

[retargeted]

[He keeps his hands visible, not wanting to scare her any more than she already was. There was a confused look to Derek; why had he brought her here?]

... We're not going to hurt you.

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[sent_back]

[He gestures for her to sit down]

Do you want something to eat?

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[medeafalls]

[She shakes her head as she sits down.]

[group action]

[retargeted]

[He keeps his distance, moving back amongst the piles of components and taking a seat of his own.]

...

[Nope, he doesn't know what to say.]