|07| it was clear and bright like midwinter sunlight

Dec 16, 2010 00:51

[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 ( Read more... )

a glorious day indeed, things i will do, event: christmas, slendy got run over by a reindeer, oh god help

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Come to me, my love disjointed_dead December 16 2010, 06:06:56 UTC
[Well this is an interesting development.

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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<33 seesyou December 17 2010, 03:41:09 UTC
[He's there in the hallway, half-shrouded in shadow. He might even be waiting for her.]

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disjointed_dead December 17 2010, 04:21:06 UTC
[Kayako materializes down the hallway, facing him. Standing upright for once, she pulls herself up out of the shadows like ink spilling and watches him before slowly approaching.]

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seesyou December 17 2010, 04:33:56 UTC
[It's similar to the previous event; he simply waits for her to come close, though he does not speak this time. The cold, pale eyes are gone, and there's no mouth to vocalize.

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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detectiveace December 16 2010, 17:03:41 UTC
[ what the hell did I just watch ]

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[text] psych0ruin December 16 2010, 17:22:58 UTC
0_0

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paper_knight December 16 2010, 19:56:08 UTC
Mark's sitting up late with a book and a flashlight when the transmission comes in. He digs out his communicator and whispers into it.

"Dean? Was that one of the monsters? The real ones?"

He doesn't sound terribly impressed.

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OnO I fucking love you 40410 December 16 2010, 20:30:37 UTC
[ So uh

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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backthreading is GO paper_knight February 7 2011, 23:45:17 UTC
HEY it's that kid with the dinosaurs. HEY DINOSAUR KID.

"Hey!"

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YESSSSS 40410 February 8 2011, 00:13:57 UTC
Alex spots Mark, and breaks into a grin. Hey it's that kid who's good at stories!

"Hey! I found where it looks like a tree fell over!"

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paper_knight February 8 2011, 00:25:14 UTC
Mark trots over, towing his sled--which is his new favorite thing--and examines the print.

"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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