[log] The Pit [open]

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Characters: Anyone participating in the Pit event.
Location: A room.
Date: Day 330
Summary: You wake up in a room.
Warnings: general warnings; potential for morbid/suicidal thoughts; note specific warnings in subject line, please!

Comments

[thewarningafter]

That's kind of what I'm afraid of. I find myself thinking about it a little too often.

[spoileralert]

[ It's worth investigating. But. ]

I've got a couple of books. Would that help?

[thewarningafter]

Sure, if we're just going to sit here and wait.

[Stephen that's exactly what you've been doing all morning.]

[spoileralert]

[ Since that's literally what he's doing right now, she goes to her bag and pulls out the murder mystery... and the magic eye book. She drops both in his lap. ]

Knock yourself out.

[thewarningafter]

[He flinches, having gone back to giving his attention to the pit in the brief moments she was gone. Stephen turns incredulous eyes on her.]

Steph...what is this, what are we doing? This isn't a waiting room. I'm not going to sit here and read.

[Stupid, really. He'd be excited about the murder mystery any other time.]

[spoileralert]

You're sitting here staring at a hole in the ground inches away from a panic attack. You're sure as hell not getting anything productive done. Relax. Doctor's orders.

[thewarningafter]

[Stephen's gaze seems to sharpen on her, but that's probably a good sign. So's the scoff that comes from deep in his chest.]

Think you've got our relationship a little backwards.

[spoileralert]

[ She smiles. ]

Backwards is just how I roll.

[thewarningafter]

Yeah, just be careful how much backwards rolling you do in here.

[spoileralert]

Yeah, yeah. You be careful.

[thewarningafter]

Only if you are.

[Grump grump grouse.]