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[network] @claytonator; BODIES AND MONSTERS; day 022 [open] [dismemberment mention?]
afternoon - video
[The camera comes on to the dim interior of the abandoned school, focused on a nearby spot on the floor. There's nothing there, but there's plenty of other things to notice. Primarily, the heavy distortion of the film itself; it's stretched almost to the point that it's unrecognizable and frequently flickers in and out of focus. At the points where things seem to align and the video is reasonably coherent, Clayton's panicked, gasping breaths come through in the background. It sounds like he's trying to calm down. He's not doing a good job of calming down.]
[The tablet is given a firm shake, as if attempting to resolve the apparent camera abnormalities, then Clayton gives up and shuts it off.]
afternoon - text
[Thankfully, Clayton doesn't let this video stand alone for too long after he posts it.]
Sorry about that--thought I saw something. The air isn't right here.
[And that's putting it lightly. A hallucination that vivid and alarming isn't something Clayton can brush off so easily, especially after experiencing something similar the day before in the school's kitchens. It's recurring. That's a problem.]
[He would think it's a personal problem, if Enoch wasn't experiencing the same sorts of things.]
Who else has been to the school? What have you seen or heard while there that you would consider "abnormal," if anything?
slightly before lockdown - video
[It's much later in the day when Clayton turns on the camera again, and in significantly more dire circumstances. The video is trained on his face this time--he looks flushed and exhausted, like he just ran a marathon, and he's only now letting himself relax and slide the rest of the way down the wall of the sports shed. Other feet and voices murmur and shuffle in the background as three other people position themselves in the tight quarters. Clayton's eyes flicker to them with a look of immense relief.]
[There's a loud thump at the door, followed by distinctive scratching noises. Clayton's expression sobers.]
Alright... [Pant, pant. He quickly swipes a hand over his brow.] ...I got good news and I got bad news.
Bad news is, we ain't lost them shadows yet. [There's another round of clawing at the shed's door to verify this.] If any a y'all 're in the school, run. Don't you come to the shed t' the west. It ain't safe out there. Pack up what yer doin' an' head north 'r south. You ain't got much time.
[He lets that hang in the air for a few moments.]
...Good news! [Clayton chuckles giddily and his mouth twitches into a tired smile.] They ain't that smart. Enoch 'n I just gave one the runaround outside. If you get one of ya to lead 'em, the other can head in an' get the door--trick 'em 'fore they know what's happenin'.
Anybody else runnin' into these things out there? If they're gettin' bolder, we oughta start travelin' 'n pairs. Safer that way.
[He pauses again to finish catching his breath and adds a couple more airy laughs for good measure. The monster continues thumping against the door. Clayton is clearly too relieved to notice.]
Y'all be careful out there. Keep in touch.
[And the feed ends.]
[The camera comes on to the dim interior of the abandoned school, focused on a nearby spot on the floor. There's nothing there, but there's plenty of other things to notice. Primarily, the heavy distortion of the film itself; it's stretched almost to the point that it's unrecognizable and frequently flickers in and out of focus. At the points where things seem to align and the video is reasonably coherent, Clayton's panicked, gasping breaths come through in the background. It sounds like he's trying to calm down. He's not doing a good job of calming down.]
[The tablet is given a firm shake, as if attempting to resolve the apparent camera abnormalities, then Clayton gives up and shuts it off.]
afternoon - text
[Thankfully, Clayton doesn't let this video stand alone for too long after he posts it.]
Sorry about that--thought I saw something. The air isn't right here.
[And that's putting it lightly. A hallucination that vivid and alarming isn't something Clayton can brush off so easily, especially after experiencing something similar the day before in the school's kitchens. It's recurring. That's a problem.]
[He would think it's a personal problem, if Enoch wasn't experiencing the same sorts of things.]
Who else has been to the school? What have you seen or heard while there that you would consider "abnormal," if anything?
slightly before lockdown - video
[It's much later in the day when Clayton turns on the camera again, and in significantly more dire circumstances. The video is trained on his face this time--he looks flushed and exhausted, like he just ran a marathon, and he's only now letting himself relax and slide the rest of the way down the wall of the sports shed. Other feet and voices murmur and shuffle in the background as three other people position themselves in the tight quarters. Clayton's eyes flicker to them with a look of immense relief.]
[There's a loud thump at the door, followed by distinctive scratching noises. Clayton's expression sobers.]
Alright... [Pant, pant. He quickly swipes a hand over his brow.] ...I got good news and I got bad news.
Bad news is, we ain't lost them shadows yet. [There's another round of clawing at the shed's door to verify this.] If any a y'all 're in the school, run. Don't you come to the shed t' the west. It ain't safe out there. Pack up what yer doin' an' head north 'r south. You ain't got much time.
[He lets that hang in the air for a few moments.]
...Good news! [Clayton chuckles giddily and his mouth twitches into a tired smile.] They ain't that smart. Enoch 'n I just gave one the runaround outside. If you get one of ya to lead 'em, the other can head in an' get the door--trick 'em 'fore they know what's happenin'.
Anybody else runnin' into these things out there? If they're gettin' bolder, we oughta start travelin' 'n pairs. Safer that way.
[He pauses again to finish catching his breath and adds a couple more airy laughs for good measure. The monster continues thumping against the door. Clayton is clearly too relieved to notice.]
Y'all be careful out there. Keep in touch.
[And the feed ends.]
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Ah, well--myself, of course, 'cause it's my job t' sew folks back together who ain't in one piece. Enoch fer moral support and 'cause he don't talk back like you do. You, 'cause yer so gosh-darned stubborn 'bout it. An' I guess that weird fella yer travelin' with that's some kinda military hero--I'm sure we can find somethin' useful fer him t' do. Whaddya think?
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...if not with a huff at the 'talking back' comment... ]
So, just us four, huh. Sounds like a good, solid number. [ Anymore and it might get too complicated to coordinate... and present more opportunities for someone to do something dumb and attract attention. ] We're headed to the morgue for now, but we could go out that way after. How's that sound?
[ Of course, then Hiro happens, but you know... Something to pocket for later. ]
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Sounds like a plan t' me. [A beat.] ...Which morgue? The funeral home?
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[ Let's not mention the fact that Lancer's also looking for someone's dead body. That might be just a bit awkward. ]
I read "fickle priorities" in my last tag as "fickle pickles" (also wrap this up here-ish?)
[They won't meet up after. Oh well.]
Y'all keep safe 'til then, alright? Don't wanna extend yer visit t' the morgue too long, it's a real unpleasant place t' stay, y'know?
FFF WHAT EVEN. HAHAHA... (Also, good plan!! This thread is pretty much done.)
We'll be fine. Believe me, I'm not planning on it. Thanks though. And you, too.
I'll see you around maybe. [ ...or not. But you know. HAHA. THEY TRIED.
Click. ]