043 ± [voice / location: the hedge maze] funny as hell but no one laughs when they get there

Dec 18, 2011 17:17

"Hey everyone. Um. I don't know if it's just me or if there's a Thing but I think dreams may be coming true in really inconvenient ways. You might wanna try not sleeping, if at all possible, or have someone keep an eye on you if you do or something. And...yeah, I'm gonna need some help here."

Here was a roughly four-foot by four-foot space at the ( Read more... )

kobra kid, helen magnus, wyatt cain, drusilla (au), glitch, (day), dg, mayland long, willow rosenberg, @ wilde, cherri cola

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[ visual ] colacherri December 19 2011, 06:15:38 UTC
"You've fallen and you can't get up."

Cherri's staring at the tablet intently. Wherever he is is rather dark itself, but the spiky haired killjoy's face is illuminated for a split second as he strikes a match, lighting a corn-cob pipe he had the wonders of taking out of a snowman earlier.

"And Jack Frost is nippin' at your toes~" He's grinning now, sing-song a falsetto, but in a moment he's wiped it away and his face remains a careful neutral.

"You know," his words are casual, flippant. "You're probably going to die if no one helps you right away. S'freezing."

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[ visual ] justaddmarbles December 19 2011, 14:59:42 UTC
Glitch blinked at the screen, wondering who this was and how he'd missed their arrival. Oh well, not like he watched the tablet all the time.

"Kinda noticed," he remarked, trying for flippant although he suspected he was shivering too hard to pull it off. He began...not pacing since there wasn't room for it, but walking around the little space to try and keep warm. The action was familiar in forgotten ways and he frowned.

"Don't think I'll be dying, though, my friends are on their way and...well, I've survived worse."

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[ visual ] colacherri December 19 2011, 19:36:22 UTC
"Oh. You have friends." And yes, that's mild surprise on Cherri's part as he peers curiously at the tablet, physically batting it with his free hand as if he could reach Glitch through the screen.

"We've all survived worse." He reaches up, scratching his nose, watching the other shiver and taking a puff of his pipe.

"When you die, can I have your jacket?"

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[ visual ] justaddmarbles December 20 2011, 20:49:51 UTC
"...most folks do." Glitch said, then scowled and backed away a little. The tablet was still perched on its tiny ledge, its light meager in the gloom, and he resumed not-pacing with his fingers stuffed under his armpits.

"My jacket?" How he wished he had the tattered and now scorched and (if one knew were to look) bloodstained thing. It wouldn't have provided much in the way of warmth but but oh, the sentimental comfort. "Sure, soon as I get out of here I-I'll edit my will. What name should I put down?"

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[visual to Glitch and DG both (and not locked, of course)] tin_hearts December 19 2011, 11:01:21 UTC
It's been a week. It's been almost two weeks since the vampire's broadcast; two weeks full of renewed nightmares and almost daily terrors, of waking up in the middle of the night with a scream lodged in his chest and unable to get it out because he can't breathe, of crumbling into tears for no reason at all in the daytime ( ... )

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[visua (pfft, what is this locking?)] justaddmarbles December 19 2011, 16:30:30 UTC
Glitch stared at the tablet and gave it a few bewildered blinks. His friend's state did nothing but lend support to his unease, and his grip on the hat's brim tightened. Something had gone wrong.

(His own face - illuminated by nothing more than the tablet - was paler than ever, lips slightly purple, and each breath was accompanied by a tiny puff of vapor. He couldn't seem to stop shivering.)

With a tiny gasp Glitch opened his mouth to speak, but immediately found himself at a loss since the first thing that wanted to come out was Woodsman. He shook his head to try and dispell the last of the dream it was a dream it had to have been a dream please let it have just been a dream and tried again.

"Wyatt," he said instead, and that relaxed the knot of anxiety in his gut enough for him to sigh in relief. "Wasn't going to worry, I figured you'd be along with--" Pause. "Gear. L-like a rope cuz I'm in a hole but I hadn't..."

The knot twisted itself up again.

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[visual] tin_hearts December 20 2011, 13:43:25 UTC
"Yeah," replied Wyatt with a huff that came dangerously close to something too wobbly for it to be laughter. "Like rope."

The hatch dutifully produces everything he needs - climbing gear, a proper if very basic harness, rope, a shovel in case the hedge maze is snowed in (and he doesn't like the idea of that, but maybe DG can use her magic to expedite things). It's a lot of stuff to carry, but it's dealt with as efficiently as he can with his hands trembling. Boots on, and while the superficial damage to his feet have healed up, he still keeps them bandaged to keep his ankles steady. Sprains are a burden, to put it lightly, but he's fine. He's okay. Everything's okay, and the lingering smell of sourdough in the air reminds him of home.

Coat on, and scarf and gloves too, and backpack full of gear safely secured, he heads out. Into the cold.

"Try not to stay still, Glitch. You'll want to move around to keep warm. And keep your fingers under your arms, too, okay? Stick them right in your armpits so they won't freeze."

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[visual] justaddmarbles December 20 2011, 15:39:41 UTC
Glitch nodded, accepting that, then he felt along the wall until he found a little ledge the place the tablet on. He hessitated a moment, then shook the hat to get the excess ash off before setting it on his head.

"Um. I've...got your hat." It was a little big but that was okay, it covered the zipper and the tips of his ears. Dutifully he stuck his fingers under his arms and started meandering around the tiny space.

"I do know a bit of how hypothermia works, you know," Glitch remarked. "If heat retention and heat production are less than cold challenge - at least I'm dry and out of the wind - that's when you're in trouble." The shivering continued, and though he spoke very deliberately there was a little slurring at the edges. He dragged his feet in the ashes, trying to keep them covered too. "This is...a little familiar. D-do I wanna figure out why?"

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[ visual ] longaevus December 19 2011, 22:03:57 UTC
Glitch? [ See her face? It's the face of relief! She was worried, and sad ] Where are you?

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[ visual ] justaddmarbles December 20 2011, 03:46:15 UTC
This face? Well, see keywords.

"In a hole," he replied with a little shrug and a breathy laugh. "For...some reason. I had a dream where I fell in a hole, you know."

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[ visual ] longaevus December 20 2011, 15:13:25 UTC
It wasn't a dream. [ Oh, how she wished that it was, that he hadn't died ] It happened.

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[ visual ] justaddmarbles December 20 2011, 21:15:21 UTC
Glitch, still doing his not-pacing...stopped. Stopped dead. Stopped cold.

"Oh."

Yeah, that's all he's managing for the moment.

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[visual] goodluck_kobra December 20 2011, 10:37:31 UTC
Kobra looks confused for a second before the ghost of a smile appears on his face. Glitch and him haven't exactly been friends, but DG and Cain are his friends and well, he understands what they went through.

"Hey there, tumbleweed. Good to have you back."

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[visual] justaddmarbles December 20 2011, 21:23:49 UTC
"Kobra. Hey." Glitch glances to the trablet, his eyes just glints under the brim of the hat which very proabbly is Cain's. That was real, and the pit was real, and his friends' desperation to get to him was real, so...okay, time to strt asking questions.

"How long have I been...not here?" Not going so far as to say it, not yet.

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[visual] goodluck_kobra December 20 2011, 21:34:43 UTC
Kobra scrunches up his nose as he thinks about it. His perception of time isn't really good and he barely manages to keep track of days.

"Not sure," he finally admits, scratching his head. "Probably a little over a week or so, I'd say?" he shrugs again. "doesn't matter now, does it? You're back, 's milkshake."

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[visual] justaddmarbles December 22 2011, 17:50:39 UTC
Over a week. Cain had been...not there for three days and that'd been awful, and nearly an annual later thinking about it still stressed him out.

"Sure, milkshake, right." They were on their way, he'd know for sure any moment, but- "How has...is everyone else okay?"

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imperial_long December 21 2011, 10:43:09 UTC
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"Glitch!" Long's voice says, and for once it's laden with heartfelt emotion as well as the British accent. Relief, it sounds like.

"...that is to say, Glitch, a pleasure to have you with us once more. Is anyone coming for you yet, or may I be of assistance?"

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[audio] yaaay subject lines~ justaddmarbles December 22 2011, 20:42:34 UTC
Glitch catches that, and his laugh in repsonse is a tiny huff.

"Thanks, Mayland," he replies, nodding. "I guess if you really wanna come out in the cold you could, but DG and...and Cain and on their way. Seems we're always rescuing each other."

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[audio] We have them baaaaack! imperial_long December 22 2011, 22:58:31 UTC
"A rescue is one thing. Tea is another. You look cold."

Glitch looks freezing, really, but semantics.

"I will be along shortly." Bundled up like heck, of course.

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[audio] a wizard did it :3 justaddmarbles December 23 2011, 04:33:20 UTC
He is freezing, quite literally, but he's sure all will be well.

"Thanks, that's...that's lovely of you. Um. Some really calming tea, maybe?" His fussing around isn't just to stave off hypothermia, there's an element of intense anxiety at play. "...did I ever mention my cleithrophobia?"

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