*The entry is tiny, and the writting isn't quite like Sollux's normal writing. Its carefully blocked out, but even so the handwritting is somewhat shakky.*
[She's not put off by the cursing, but his handwriting has got her concerned. She can't recall him ever striking something out, or being in such a rush like this.]
You were gone a long time, but your things were still here. I was afraid something happened in the tunnels...
[Her voice gets lower, a little more downcast. She had looked everywhere she had been able to look since the tunnels were closed off. There was really only one explanation...]
[... Alright. Now she knew something happened. He might not say it, but the vehement denial cinched it. His writing did not help matters any. She starts walking. ]
Did you, see anyone else? There was a rather large group of people missing...
[She was going to start with his regular haunts first. His room, the library, the lake...]
*He pauses to try and remember again, but all he can remember is darkness. There are hints of something else behind it, but Sollux can't quite grab it yet. But he was definitely alone, that he's sure of.*
no, ju2t me.
*He's in his room, but has closed and locked the door. Instinct told him that being alone and confused like this made him vulnerable, and thus meant he was in grave danger, so as soon as he'd woken up (and remembered how to) he'd shut it and hid in a far corner.*
[Audio]-[comment log?]halfbrokenwingsJuly 31 2011, 06:10:09 UTC
Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat. Joe hasn't been around since the sand storm, and a brief moment in the journals to speak to his brother.
[She talks in the journal while she walks, finally reaching his door. The door that she knows had been left open, was now shut. There is a gentle knock at the door.]
[Text//commentlog!]thii2ii22tupiidJuly 31 2011, 06:26:37 UTC
*He can't really bring himself to talk--he's uncertain with his voice, which is why he's defaulted to text again, and sort of iffy with language as it is--so Sollux just replies to her with the journal again. Asking for help feels wrong, and probably more dangerous than writting in the magic book, but the memory of the need is too great for him to fight it.*
*His hand writing turns sloppier again, but this time its due to not looking at the paper. Instead he's focused on the door, trying to place anything about the voice behind it.*
[commentlog- to audio!]halfbrokenwingsJuly 31 2011, 07:12:58 UTC
[She's not one to press too hard when she's not wanted, but she knows she'll see him and therefore see if he's really okay when he has to open the door to get the food. She starts walking toward the kitchens. Continuing the conversation in the journal.]
[One word, can care so much meaning. Relief, worry and joy all wrapped in one. ]
Where are? Where were you? Are you alright?
[Okay, these were far more on the worry end of the spectrum.]
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fuck
fuckfuck
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fine, ii'm fine! you don't need to come!
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[She's not put off by the cursing, but his handwriting has got her concerned. She can't recall him ever striking something out, or being in such a rush like this.]
You were gone a long time, but your things were still here. I was afraid something happened in the tunnels...
[Her voice gets lower, a little more downcast. She had looked everywhere she had been able to look since the tunnels were closed off. There was really only one explanation...]
and it did, didn't it?
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nothing.
nothiing, it wa2 ju2t dark.
nothiing happened, it2 fiine.
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Did you, see anyone else? There was a rather large group of people missing...
[She was going to start with his regular haunts first. His room, the library, the lake...]
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But he was definitely alone, that he's sure of.*
no, ju2t me.
*He's in his room, but has closed and locked the door. Instinct told him that being alone and confused like this made him vulnerable, and thus meant he was in grave danger, so as soon as he'd woken up (and remembered how to) he'd shut it and hid in a far corner.*
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[She talks in the journal while she walks, finally reaching his door. The door that she knows had been left open, was now shut. There is a gentle knock at the door.]
Sollux?
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ii'm 2tarving.
*There's a short, quiet gasp as she knocks, but no other response.*
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Sollux, it's me. Isabella. I'll fix you something to eat in the kitchen. There's some eggs we can have...
[She trails off eyes on the journal and ears on the door.]
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Asking for help feels wrong, and probably more dangerous than writting in the magic book, but the memory of the need is too great for him to fight it.*
anythiing, it doe2n't matter what.
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Would you like to come with me?
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no, ii 2hould 2tay.
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Oh. Okay.
[She is beyond confused at his behavior.]
They'll be cold by the time I get to your room though.
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iit2 fiine, ju2t hurry.
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Alright. How would you like your eggs done?
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*Also he has no idea what eggs are other than apparently food.*
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