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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2011 18:30:39 GMT -5
>Tate: Oh look.[/u]
You oh look to see that one of the grey people on the other team appears to be holding something that looks an awful lot like your camera. Or at least, one of them.
You love photography and have several cameras. While you prefer analogue and Polaroids, you've reluctantly come to appreciate the medium of digital. All things considered, out of all the cameras you could've come across, a digital one is probably the best. How else are you supposed to document this strange occurrence? Has anyone ever taken a photograph of their dreams before? Well, you will be the first.
>Tate: Approach alien gril.
You do exactly that. You ignore the sting of smoke in your eyes - you've seen plenty of campfires in your life. White rabbit, grey rabbit. It's all the same.
Still. You don't think you should stay here too long. You wonder if it's possible to die in a dream, but you figure you're better off not knowing. You quite like that feeling, of not knowing.
hi .[/color] And because you're not really sure what to say next, especially since this girl appears to be on the other team, i.e. the team that is not yours, i.e. the team you are playing against, you simply continue with a there is a fire . you should get out of here .[/color]
You'd really like your camera. You're just not sure how to say how or why, but you make a point of blatantly staring at it.
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Post by friday on Dec 3, 2011 1:34:54 GMT -5
> Cadrax: Take evasive action.
Today has been a terrible day. Seadwellers and lightning and being who-the-heck-knows-where being told to do who-the-heck-knows-what with bloody humans. At this point your wits are so frayed that any more surprises seem to have trouble processing. For instance, fire. A lot of it. And it's suddenly spreading quite near where you are. When did that happen.
It takes an alarming amount of effort to get your legs of lead to work, considering how immediate your reaction was to the last shocker. (Okay that was just the worst pun. Are you actually using puns to cope with this? God you must really be off the deep end now.) You blink several times, the fog clearing from your dumbfounded think pan. Another burst of adrenaline makes its way through your system, making it clear that you need to get out of here, and fast. Your sense of self-preservation is strong, but you pause to see Buck not too far off, looking just as stunned as you probably did a second ago.
"|buuck|" You aren't sure why you feel the need to yell anything other than expletives at him. It would be easy enough to blame it on proper team behavior later, you guess. Surely that's the reason. "|get ouut of here before youur fleshy carapace gets any more disguusting to look at| |I douubt huumans are any more charming when buurnt to a crisp|"
> Ikirid: wait what
One minute you were chilling with this neat guy and the next he yells something about leaving, grabbing and tossing you over his shoulder. You do not see this as the best first impression. Actually it's just really surprising.
"Wait, what~ >8I" It's not exactly comfortable with Dezret's shoulder knocking into your ribcage with each of his strides, but you're not even sure why he's doing this.
The answer dawns on you as a streak of orange flares in your peripheral vision. Oh. Flames are licking at the endless pile of boxes, spreading and spiking higher in the air with every passing second. It wouldn't have been such an issue if there wasn't so much fuel lying around. You've never seen a fire this big and feel the need to get a closer look. Which makes your current position a bit counterproductive.
"Nooooooo, put me doooooown~! It wasn't even that close to uuuuuus~! D8< Come oooooon~!"
You doubt your protests and flailing will do much. Dezret doesn't seem to be deterred when ~safety~ is supposedly a concern. Hmph.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2011 17:15:23 GMT -5
Tate: Get bored of staring.[/u]
Maybe you're not being obvious enough. Then again, that's never really been your strong point. Neither has patience.
Anyway, the smoke is really starting to sting your eyes and it's getting hard to breathe. You're sure you'll see the alien girl later, her being one of the last (fourteen? Is it fourteen?) people who seem to exist at the moment. You tug on her sleeve for good measure, though, hoping she'll take that as a hint to get away from the flames and take the rest of her team with her.
> Tate: Abscond.[/u]
The air is much clearer outside, even though it looks like it shouldn't be breathable.
You think about asking "how what?" but you don't think anyone else here has more of an idea than you do.
You flop on the ground, limbs spread like starfish.
The stars are different here.
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