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snowblindrpg2015-08-14 11:50 pm
tadashiwashere) wrote in snowblindrpg2015-08-14 11:50 pm
[network] @technicalities; Attic Panic [open]
Day 26
Building114; N10
[Early Morning; Video]
[Tadashi wakes up with a start as thunder rattles the attic.
It's only been a few days since he left the company of Al and the others, and he still half expects to see one of them staring back at him, as shocked as he is after such an enormous boom. Another follows the first, shaking the already questionable walls. Mochi is the only thing staring back at him in the dim light that filters into the attic. It's only barely bright enough to see the geometric shapes painted on the floor here.
He drags himself up and staggers to the attic's window, scrubbing at the glass until he can see out. What he sees makes his expression turn grim.
Tadashi slides down with his back to the wall and pulls his tablet over and turns it on. Immediately, he sees the alert put out by the Admin and his stomach sinks.
Next, he sees the obituary and almost can't go through with turning on his video. Baelfire's name is there.
He flips his video on, fighting to say what he needs to say even as his distress is apparent.]
Is everyone okay? Where did this storm come from? Can anyone see which direction it moved in from? Has the entire town been hit yet?
[His concerned expression grows as his eyebrows knit together.]
Hey, Hiro. Check in with me as soon as you get this.
[He flips the video back off.]
[Afternoon; Voice]
Is anyone else seeing things?
[His tone is short -- clipped. Anxious bordering on afraid. And yet still with his next words, he manages to infuse more determination -- a line of no-nonsense hardness.]
This has happened before. The storm is interfering with something. We need to find the source and stop it.
[Evening; text]
i can't see the paint anymore.
I don't know where it went.
I need to leave. Someone else is here. They're behind]
[The text cuts off there. Tadashi's second guessing whether to share his fears with the network. He can't trust them, after all. Not just the network itself, which he hasn't trusted for over a week. But the people on the network. They can't all be what they seem.]
Building114; N10
[Early Morning; Video]
[Tadashi wakes up with a start as thunder rattles the attic.
It's only been a few days since he left the company of Al and the others, and he still half expects to see one of them staring back at him, as shocked as he is after such an enormous boom. Another follows the first, shaking the already questionable walls. Mochi is the only thing staring back at him in the dim light that filters into the attic. It's only barely bright enough to see the geometric shapes painted on the floor here.
He drags himself up and staggers to the attic's window, scrubbing at the glass until he can see out. What he sees makes his expression turn grim.
Tadashi slides down with his back to the wall and pulls his tablet over and turns it on. Immediately, he sees the alert put out by the Admin and his stomach sinks.
Next, he sees the obituary and almost can't go through with turning on his video. Baelfire's name is there.
He flips his video on, fighting to say what he needs to say even as his distress is apparent.]
Is everyone okay? Where did this storm come from? Can anyone see which direction it moved in from? Has the entire town been hit yet?
[His concerned expression grows as his eyebrows knit together.]
Hey, Hiro. Check in with me as soon as you get this.
[He flips the video back off.]
[Afternoon; Voice]
Is anyone else seeing things?
[His tone is short -- clipped. Anxious bordering on afraid. And yet still with his next words, he manages to infuse more determination -- a line of no-nonsense hardness.]
This has happened before. The storm is interfering with something. We need to find the source and stop it.
[Evening; text]
i can't see the paint anymore.
I don't know where it went.
I need to leave. Someone else is here. They're behind]
[The text cuts off there. Tadashi's second guessing whether to share his fears with the network. He can't trust them, after all. Not just the network itself, which he hasn't trusted for over a week. But the people on the network. They can't all be what they seem.]
evening; voice
[ Jim sounds panicky; he's seen enough on the network today to know that something's up, but that doesn't make the sound of spider-legs clicking on the floorboards any less terrifying. ]
Hey, are you still there?
voice; ID: technicalities
[It takes a lot for Tadashi to send that message. His head feels like there's too much pressure on him -- the walls feel like they're closing in and he's unreasonably afraid that the paint on the floors has become hostile.]
Jim, right? I-- I'm still here. Are you okay -- are you hurt? What's happening?
no subject
[ Jim is - well. He's not sure if he's okay, or if he's losing his mind. But he's trying not to focus on that, or the occasional eight-legged movement out of the corner of his eye. ]
Is someone there? A monster?
no subject
[In the attic, Tadashi lowers his tablet for a moment to press his hands to his face, taking deep breaths as he tries to keep his head straight. Even knowing this can't be real -- knowing he needs to stay calm -- his thoughts are still jangled and jarring. Everything is too close to shattering apart and he knows it is no longer safe here.]
No. It's just the shadows. I'm okay. It's fine.
[But it's not.]
sorry! this one got lost in the shuffle.
[ The last thing they need on top of the blizzard from hell is the shadow monsters. Jim hunches his shoulders a little higher and brings the tablet closer, close enough for his stuttering breath to sound staticky over the microphone before the message abruptly ends. ]