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snowblindrpg2015-11-08 06:07 pm
warriorscribe) wrote in snowblindrpg2015-11-08 06:07 pm
[log] More children for Team Babysitter [closed]
Characters: Enoch, Quark, House, Frisk
Location: D11(58)
Date: 54 evening-ish, whenever they get there
Summary: House asked Enoch to look out for Frisk because he can't outrun a monster. Enoch can't say no when a child is in danger.
Warnings: None yet? General Snowblind stuff? There may be a monster we haven't accounted for yet?
It had been a little less than halfway through the day when Enoch and Quark had made it to the house buried under the snow wall. It was starting to feel a little nostalgic, somehow, though not entirely in the best of ways; this was the place where It had struck, where he'd spent the entire night in its grip...
...But it was also the place he'd made a new friend. It was a house between the open air and the dark tunnels below. And he had all day to either contemplate its symbolism or wallow in the despair encroaching on the back of his mind. He knew better than to give in to that.
Eventually, House would arrive through the other door, with their new little companion.
((ooc: This is a mingle, go make your own toplevels for anything you guys want!))
Location: D11(58)
Date: 54 evening-ish, whenever they get there
Summary: House asked Enoch to look out for Frisk because he can't outrun a monster. Enoch can't say no when a child is in danger.
Warnings: None yet? General Snowblind stuff? There may be a monster we haven't accounted for yet?
It had been a little less than halfway through the day when Enoch and Quark had made it to the house buried under the snow wall. It was starting to feel a little nostalgic, somehow, though not entirely in the best of ways; this was the place where It had struck, where he'd spent the entire night in its grip...
...But it was also the place he'd made a new friend. It was a house between the open air and the dark tunnels below. And he had all day to either contemplate its symbolism or wallow in the despair encroaching on the back of his mind. He knew better than to give in to that.
Eventually, House would arrive through the other door, with their new little companion.
((ooc: This is a mingle, go make your own toplevels for anything you guys want!))
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[It's been so hard to stay awake and lively. Quark feels better than he did a few days ago, when the depression hit so hard nothing seemed to matter anymore and Enoch had to all but carry him around like a much younger child. But where he's usually so inquisitive, checking each and every corner of the buildings they stay in for the night to try and find any oddities to investigate, now he just sits.
He keeps an eye on Enoch as the man searches, anxious to be left alone to his thoughts, but the cozy confines of the snowed in room makes it near impossible to really be left alone at all. Quark gets comfortable, taking his hat off and cradling it in his lap so he can ease the weight pressing down on his head. He's not using to carrying so many things inside of it. Or, rather, things that are heavier than a few snacks.
Always conscious of how worried Enoch can be of him in return, whenever the man gets close or looks his way he makes an effort to smile. And when the door finally opens and their new traveling buddies emerge, Quark'll find enough energy to give them at least a somewhat warm welcome.]
You made it!
NIGHT; POST LOCKDOWN
[As tired as he looks and feels, Quark has trouble sleeping. He's become use to this feeling. He doesn't want to wake anyone else up, but if someone's close by and seem up for a conversation, he'll turn to them. Anything to distract himself from the quiet. The silence has stopped feeling comfortable.]
How are you feeling?
Evening
Truthfully Frisk is happiest about new people. Frisk isn't the greatest of conversationalists themselves, but... House is not great company and there's really no getting around that. They greet the two with a wave and a grin.]
Yep.
[The ceiling overhead creaks ominously for a moment, and Frisk glances up for a moment before turning back to face Enoch and Quark. Quark they remembered from the network post yesterday but Enoch was new...]
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Hello, there, little one. Did you just arrive here recently?
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[He was afraid they'd run into monsters on the way, or just not show up in time. He follows Frisk's gaze up to the ceiling and shrugs.]
Don't worry, I don't think it's going to cave in or anything. It is pretty spooky though.
[When Enoch speaks, Quark's excitement doubles.]
This is Enoch, he's super nice!
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[Spooky was one way of putting it, as they blinked up cautiously at the roof for a second longer. But almost kind of exciting too, like being in a haunted house. Or walking through Muffet's lair.
At Enoch's question, they turn, hands drifting to interlock underneath their backpack as they bounce on their feet a little.]
Mmhmm. The day before yesterday.
[So... Quark and Enoch. Two new friends, it seemed!]
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[He can't help but smile a little brighter in spite of his current state; their cheerfulness is infectious. And since Quark has introduced him...he tends not to give his name unless asked, but it would be rude for introductions to be left only half done.]
So, little one, what is your name?
I know it's Quark's turn but given the question I hope this is okay?
Frisk.
That's fine! I was actually going to tell you to feel free and skip me for that one.
[Or companions, at least, and that's a step in the right direction. Quark's just really pumped about the whole friends thing.]
Don't be shy to say if you need anything. We have plenty of stuff we can share. We gotta look out for each other while we're traveling together, after all.
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[And it's a relief he seems to be recovering from whatever had plagued him before too, but he doesn't comment on it. For all he knows it could also be a front to hide any pain over seeing Clem's name in the obituary, and comment could strain it. So it's Frisk he focuses on instead.]
In fact...I just remembered something I have I think you could use.
[He shrugs his backpack off one shoulder and slides it off his arm without moving his cloak too much - he's gotten decent at that. He reaches into it and produces a child's wool cap. He had...actually meant to give it to Clem, but it had been weeks before they'd even met, and by then he'd forgotten he even had it in the wake of other events.]
Here...I hope this hat is the right size for you.
Night
[House is also in pain, but he'll neglect mentioning that. Their efforts in the hospital yesterday had taken more of a toll than House wanted. Stooping, kneeling, and half-crawling around on the ground for hours, looking for vent covers to destroy had taken more out of him than he wants to admit.]
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[Well, he doesn't want to lie about it.]
I can't stop thinking long enough to fall asleep, I guess.
[Is that a thing? He's not sure. But he feels like that's it. Too many thoughts, and worries, and feelings that he can't tune out. And it makes him so wound up that sleeping feels so impossible. It's easier to just top trying until he really can't help but fall asleep.]
How about you?
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[He holds up the one in his hands for emphasis.]
So, what are you thinking about? Fast cars and beautiful girls? That's usually what keeps me up at night.
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Really...?
[He almost adds a "that's weird" but realizes it would be impolite, so swallows the impulse.]
Do you have a fast car back home?
[His Grandpa just has this old, dumpy, foul-smelling truck. Quark doesn't have much of a reference for nice cars.]
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Real fast car. I got it from the mob after fixing up one of their boys. Did the mafia manage to outlive your apocalypse?
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I dunno. Probably! I guess I wouldn't really know if I met someone from the mafia unless they said something like "this is a stickup" or "get me my money or you'll be swimming with the fishes" while wearing a nice suit.
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Do you even still have cable, or is it just everyone with DVD players and TVs and AM radios trying to connect to each other after the end?
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I don't have many options! All the other movies we have are my Grandpa's "Grandpa videos" and he keeps them too high up for me to get to because he says I'm too young to watch them.
[Which he definitely thinks is unfair. He doesn't think he's too young to handle anything.]
No, we don't have cable. [All Quark knows about cable was its legendary amount of stations and unlimited content! It sounds like something from a dream.] But once a week the theater comes into town! Sometimes they show movies, other times they show news and reports and things. I like it when they show movies, but my Grandpa only comes with me if he can watch the news.
[Theater day is his favorite day of the week. He wishes every day could be theater day.]
What kind of movies do you like to watch?
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Anything action-packed... or melodramatic. Add the two of them together and you get James Bond. You know who James Bond is?
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No...I don't think so...
[He pauses in thought, then his eyes light up.]
Wait! Is he the one who likes things shaken and not stirred?
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That's the one. [Of course it's the famous lines.] Introduces himself as:
Bond. James Bond.
[He puts on his best Sean Connery impression for that.]
I'll hand it to the Brits. They know how to do spies.