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snowblindrpg2016-08-18 01:03 pm
staytunednext) wrote in snowblindrpg2016-08-18 01:03 pm
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[log] SHELTER FROM THE COLD [closed]
Characters: Cecil and Steve
Location T10 - 115
Date: Day 148; Noon
Summary: Steve comes in to shelter from the cold and finds a radio host
Warnings: General Night Vale weirdness.
Cecil's hands hurt.
Actually, a lot of him hurts in ways from the mundane physical to the existential agonies of reality. But in this specific moment, it's his hands that are bothering him. They're a mess. He's lost two fingers along the way, one on each hand, and now what's left of the once unassuming and boring hands that he called his own, are cut and bruised and bleeding from digging in the ice so frantically without gloves or protection.
He's retreated back to the relative warmth of the house to see what he can do about this, but he's no doctor or medical professional. He wishes Carlos was here. He's not a doctor either, but he would certainly be an effective form of pain relief; which, after all, is the most important part of any healing process.
When the door opens all of a sudden, he thinks for a moment that his silent prayers have been answered and Carlos is here in his devastatingly beautiful formal lab coat with the tweed buttons and furry collar that Cecil got for him on his last birthday. But it's not. It's a man unfamiliar to him with blond hair and blue eyes and blue lips and blue tinged skin.
He smiles, and he waves one of his mangled hands cheerily.
Location T10 - 115
Date: Day 148; Noon
Summary: Steve comes in to shelter from the cold and finds a radio host
Warnings: General Night Vale weirdness.
Cecil's hands hurt.
Actually, a lot of him hurts in ways from the mundane physical to the existential agonies of reality. But in this specific moment, it's his hands that are bothering him. They're a mess. He's lost two fingers along the way, one on each hand, and now what's left of the once unassuming and boring hands that he called his own, are cut and bruised and bleeding from digging in the ice so frantically without gloves or protection.
He's retreated back to the relative warmth of the house to see what he can do about this, but he's no doctor or medical professional. He wishes Carlos was here. He's not a doctor either, but he would certainly be an effective form of pain relief; which, after all, is the most important part of any healing process.
When the door opens all of a sudden, he thinks for a moment that his silent prayers have been answered and Carlos is here in his devastatingly beautiful formal lab coat with the tweed buttons and furry collar that Cecil got for him on his last birthday. But it's not. It's a man unfamiliar to him with blond hair and blue eyes and blue lips and blue tinged skin.
He smiles, and he waves one of his mangled hands cheerily.
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So it was worrying when he found himself in a section of town he was familiar with, having been there two days before, with frozen fingers and toes. He was desperate to find his way to the convienience store, having been told that along with food there was often extra clothing available there.
How had he gotten so turned around?
Steve was surprised to actually see someone not on the tablet screen. He paused, not sure if this man was one of the anomalies everyone had been warning him about. His hands looked...frightening. His smile, almost more so.
"Hello...?" Steve kept his eyes level. He needed to warm up so he willing this man to be just that...a man.
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Cecil is more than happy to give a return greeting, it seems only polite given that he was offered one first. Though he does hope that this man closes the door soon, all the warm air is escaping and it's taken him rather a long time to gather and cultivate that meagre warmth.
"Not that the view of the endless snow tundra isn't as beautiful and bleak as I remember it being from the previous time I viewed it, it also comes with the wind and frozen particles of water that make existing less comfortable than I would prefer it to be."
There, that seems clear enough, concise too.
Come in and shut the door.