[Someone possibly a foolish child left their communicator out on the front stoop, half-buried in the snow. It comes on of its own accord, hissing for a moment before the Operator's form is clear, towering a little way away in the snow. The dark of his suit is almost painfully sharp against the white, and his head and his hands are almost invisible
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Kayako gives this some thought, to the extent that she's capable of that. It's sometime before she finally leaves the nice closet she's currently occupying and goes looking for the Operator. Somehow, she feels compelled to do this by more than just her average hatred for all things living and otherwise.]
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He reaches out to her, but not to harm or maim--he seems to know he won't be able to. His featureless fingers are curious.]
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"Dean? Was that one of the monsters? The real ones?"
He doesn't sound terribly impressed.
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about that choosing to investigate
oh boy.
Nine-year-old Alex Kralie incoming, along with that Lego Tyrannosaurus he's been carting around forever now. He's poking the marks in the snow with it, and gazing at them, open-mouthed. ]
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"Hey!"
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"Hey! I found where it looks like a tree fell over!"
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"That's kind of weird."
Things look different by daylight; he hasn't made the connection between the out of place mark in the snow with last night's transmission.
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