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Elias Bouchard ([personal profile] contractuallybinding) wrote2020-03-26 07:56 pm

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[personal profile] curriculum_fictae 2020-04-01 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Obviously. He's beginning to wonder either of these other two have any sense at all. "Don't just - oh fine then, he's seen it anyway." And he just makes an annoyed, exasperated noise as he watches this feral ... person casually violate his privacy.

The image is brief, and clearly a mirror image of the man in front of him. Except this version seems even paler somehow, in a severely desaturated grey sweater. He sits somewhere, radiating misery, hunched in on himself to minimise his large stature. He's trying to keep up a cheerful expression, but ... within a few moments it crumples into something much closer than despair.

"This is probably a terrible idea," he says, staring down at his fading hands. "But I can't see how it's any worse than the options I've got." He steels himself, clearly fighting back tears, before meeting whatever device is recording this with a surprising amount of steel in his eyes. "I - I do this willingly."

And that's all.
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[personal profile] end_recording 2020-04-02 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
He hands the tube back with an unimpressed grunt. "A ray of sunshine, aren't you."
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[personal profile] curriculum_fictae 2020-04-02 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
(Martin) flushes at that, taking the spyglass back. "Well I've clearly got the right idea. We're clearly stuck somewhere dimly terrible."
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[personal profile] end_recording 2020-04-03 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
"For a reason, clearly."
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[personal profile] curriculum_fictae 2020-04-03 11:24 am (UTC)(link)
"A reason that could be kidnapping." He clings to the tube, nervous. "I can't - I can't imagine agreeing to this without some form of duress."
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[personal profile] end_recording 2020-04-03 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Regardless of the reason, we're here. We might as well... Get on with it." He glances around, as if looking for how to accomplish this.
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[personal profile] curriculum_fictae 2020-04-03 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
A good question, that. Wisp draws in a deep breath and pulls himself together. Focus on things he can help ...

"Well, we should probably find out what supplies we have," he says. "Food, water, clothing." A beat. "I mean, obviously we're wearing clothing, but - whether we have extra sets, that sort of thing."
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[personal profile] end_recording 2020-04-05 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, why don't you see if you can pull together some tea." This is sarcasm.
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[personal profile] curriculum_fictae 2020-04-05 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
It is sarcasm, and yet. Wisp brightens incandescently. "Oh, that would be lovely. Calm all of us down and - and all that."

He says that, but he's the most nervous person in the room right now, isn't he?
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[personal profile] end_recording 2020-04-05 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Wisp sure is. This one just seems irritated.

"... Right. I'll just... look elsewhere.
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[personal profile] curriculum_fictae 2020-04-05 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
"W-well, there's a common area," Wisp says, trying to be helpful. "And then the door outside to ... wherever we are."