[log] Event: Howl [open]

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Characters: everyone
Location: The sort of location M.C. Escher wishes he'd thought up.
Date: nights 211 & 212
Summary: I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallow'd ground
Warnings: potential for violence, death, and psychological horror; please note in subject lines if any specific warnings come up!

like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
I want to find you tear out all your tenderness

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[thewarningafter]

[The terrain isn't quite as hard for Stephen, if only because he's still sighted...and if only because this isn't his first time navigating the impossible. He cranes his neck to peer up at the pool of water on the slanted ceiling and the young man dragging himself out of it, Stephen's own feet still planted on what he's choosing to interpret as the ground.]

Doctor Strange. Hang on, I'll come to you!

Somehow.

[equal_shots]

[Is the voice coming from below him? Kid can't quite tell, looking down and then recalling that he really needs to look up to make some show of looking at Stephen. He stays very much put on the ground beside the pool of water, still gasping for air, and nods.

He caught that "somehow". No longer yelling means that his speaking voice is a hoarse whisper, only just loud enough to carry the distance between them.] Not going anywhere-- [Kid plants one hand on the ground beside him to steady himself, pausing to try and catch his breath between words.] Down just became up--careful not to--end up in the water.

[thewarningafter]

Unfortunately, I think that's my way up. Or, you know, down.

[As far as he can tell, they're each on the ceiling relative to one another. The water seems to be the linking point; it cascades down toward him, then back up into the pool like a waterfall folded in half.]

Aw, hell.

[Nothing for it. Stephen steps forward into the traces of spray, reaches up, up -- down down -- and lets out a yelp as his personal sense of gravity gives a sickening lurch. Kid will hear a loud splash a moment later.]

[equal_shots]

[He can't help but jump at the splash, despite expecting it. Kid turns quickly back to the water he'd climbed out of, carefully inching back towards the pool. He offers one hand to Stephen (he's more accurately offering the hand to a cactus-like plant that he likely couldn't see on his right side even if his vision remained but, details).]

Dr. Strange-- [Kneeling by the water, he swallows a big gasp of air.] --are you okay?

[thewarningafter]

[Stephen comes up gasping loudly and thrashes his way to the edge, glancing up to see -- yep, that's the floor he came from, maybe don't look at that just now.]

I'm okay.

[Hauling himself up onto the 'shore' now, Stephen considers the hand for just a second before bypassing it to pull himself out on his own.]

Look at that, I was right. Are you okay?

[equal_shots]

I'm fine. The coughing is not new. [Kid nods all the while, sitting on his knees. The relief of not being alone is immense. No he wasn't scared hush.]

I can't see. [He hesitates, pushing the sopping makeshift bandage up on his face so as not to show the delicate stitches Claire placed in his eye.] Worse than usual. I have no idea what happened.

[thewarningafter]

No?

[That's a pretty gnarly chronic cough, kid (kid as in 'a kid Stephen doesn't recognize,' not as in Kid).]

I'm here to help you. I can be your eyes.