snowblindrpg | [network] @MarbleHornets; day 018, evening [open] [cw: offscreen character death]

[The video opens to show Jay, out of breath and glancing over his shoulder every now and then. It's hard to tell where exactly he is, but based on the lack of light it's outside.]

Those, uh- those shadow things. It kinda looks like- [He pauses to cough a little, clearing his throat before continuing.] I was filming them, and it looks like that made them want to come after me more. I don't know what that could mean, but...

[He's startled by a rattling sound from somewhere behind him and turns to look, but doesn't bring the tablet around to show what's happening. The way the video is stretching and tearing at its edges might serve as a hint, though.] Oh, sh-

[The next few seconds are too chaotic to fully make out; the tablet falls to the ground camera side down so it shows only black. There are nearby noises from feet scuffling on snow and ice, grunts and coughing from Jay, and then a distant thump from something heavy falling and hitting the ground. After that, there is nothing but silence. Jay does not return to turn the feed off.]

[OOC: There will be no responses from Jay because he is dead :( Feel free to respond and threadjack, though!]

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[well, that's terrifying. After probably watching a dude die on-camera, or at least hearing him die off-camera, she hears Al talking to someone on his tablet from the other room, and decides to leave him to it while she sorts herself out. That mostly means trying to slow her breathing while thinking about how she definitely just watched a dude die on camera.]

[she ~~hopefully doesn't cause a time paradox/conflict with Alphonse's thread~~ calls the coughing alive dude after a short while, once she feels she can put on a brave voice for him.]

Hello? You're still in the basement, aren't you?

[ Not recognising the voice, Tim checks out the ID. Oh. New person. Obviously, he's made enough of an ass of himself to warrant intervention from strangers.

Even in his current state - a fucking mess, if that needs any confirmation - he manages to cringe just a little bit before responding. Way to go, Tim. Way to fucking go. ]

I - yeah. Not like I have any other options right now, so...

[ He assumes that even if Jay did leave the window open, it might have closed itself automatically at lockdown. Maybe. He's not going to check, especially with the possibility that one (more?) of those things could even be locked in the house with him now. ]

[this poor guy. Practical concerns about making sure he doesn't wind up like his unfortunate pal come first, though:]

...Good; don't try to leave. Have you blocked the door? Can you hear anything?

It's blocked.

[ Pretty shittily, but whatever. He pauses to listen to the faint sounds creaking their way through the house - he's pretty sure they're just regular noises. The wind, the walls creaking, the hideous shadow people clawing frantically at the front door...

Yeah, that counts as a mundane noise already. Tim adjusts fast, okay. ]

And yeah, I can hear stuff. But I - I'm pretty sure it's coming from outside. No point checking when I have a luxurious basement to sit and rot in though, right?

[ See how fine he is? Hes joking and everything HE'S FINE TOTALLY FINE. ]

[she leans in closer to the tablet during that pause, her ears swiveled towards the screen to pick up all the sound she can. She shudders—and compulsively shifts farther into the room she's in, away from the outside-facing wall.]

It's only for the night. ...Maybe they'll have gone, by morning. At any rate, it's good that the door's blocked. That's good.

[she sighs. She's no good at reassuring people.]

...Poor Alphonse was about ready to tear off looking for you, from the sound of it.

[ Tim really, really doesn't think they'll be gone by the morning. That would be a small improvement in his circumstances, after all, and everybody knows that's not a thing that happens in snowhell! GOD.

Still. He might not be holding out any hope, but that doesn't mean he should dash the hopes of other people. He'll just stay quiet on that front. ]

Oh, you're. You're with him? Yeah, he gets real tetchy about - about the revival thing. So.

[ He knows that isn't why Al was going to come, and he's aware that he's being really dickish by saying that. But that's always his first instinct, isn't it? To lash out and act like other people are the bad ones so he feels less shitty in comparison.

It never works. He should really stop doing it. ]

I mean... you know. He's a good kid. Cares too much, I guess.

[ Better. Marginally. ]

[she gives her tablet a Look at that first thing Tim says, knowing that's totally not the real reason Al would run out into a killer snowstorm to save somebody, but her expression softens when he says the last bit.]

...He is. And he does. But I'm thankful for him.

[someone as willing to help and trust others as alphonse was the last kind of person she'd expected to find in Snowhell; he's much better than the kinds of backstabbing, desperate losers you'd usually find in an apocalypse scenario.]

Are you with anyone else? Apart from... um, your friend.

His name's Jay. But, uh, no, I'm - I'm by myself. That's - it's not a problem or anything, though.

[ It means he can sit in the dark and wallow in his own misery all he wants! LIVING THE DREAM. ]

And when it's safe, Clayton's nearby with a friend of his and we're meeting up. He has something of mine, so...

Clayton? [it takes her a moment—her first impressions of that guy weren't the best, what with that insane rambling on the network on the evening of Beacon Day, but he's had redeeming moments since then.] ...Oh, Clayton! That's good. You shouldn't be alone.

I'm sure you can take care of yourself—[she says, straight up lying]—but... having company makes some things easier to bear.

Yeah. I know. But seriously, it - I'll be fine. Being alone doesn't bug me, so.

[ Liar liar pants on fire. He's not unaccustomed to being alone, but that doesn't mean he copes with it well. Not any more. ]

I didn't - I guess this is a pretty crappy time for introductions, but. I'm Tim, by the way.

Tim. Yes; I know your name. I remember you from...

[that video with the mass grave, that one time. Wasn't that great? She bites her tongue, thinking better of bringing that up, and finishes awkwardly:]

Um. From the tablet. ...My name is Freya.

["it's nice to meet you"? No. "It's a pleasure"? No, that won't do either. This really is the crappiest time for introductions.]

[network] @MarbleHornets; day 018, evening [open] [cw: offscreen character death]

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omg I could have sworn I tagged this. Forgive me, o keeper of the sponges