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[spiteforthecamera]

[ when the tile flips you over, you find yourself falling into a dimly lit room, with nothing to cushion your fall but the drop not being terribly high in the first place. There is a large plasma screen that goes wall to wall hooked to the farthest end from them - aside from that, the room is empty, despite the lubdub rhythmic thrum of electricity. The room is perhaps surprisingly warm.

On the big screen, a young woman sits in a completely different room, looking unimpressed. She has a gummi bear in hand. ]

With that kind of half assed prayer I couldn't tell if you fucks were trying to summon a demon or a wet fucking fart. The fuck do you shitnuggets want?

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[unbr8kable]

I didn't volunteer for sailing in the first place. Was hoping for air force, to be honest.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Right? Who wants to be in the Navy, anyway?

[Heading for the door.]

[unbr8kable]

Flying... That's really something.

[And following him out, close]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Guess after we flex our roleplaying muscles and pick a couple fights, we better pick up a hang glider or something.

[Heading back toward the hotel!]

[unbr8kable]

[Snorts, hooking her thumbs in her pockets]

For the getaway after the fight-picking? Should've got those rocket boots after all!

[crossmyheartandhope]

We get this right, there's still gonna be plenty of time.

[unbr8kable]

Sure...we get this right.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Like we're gonna drop the ball on something this big.

C'mon, dude - it's us. We got this.

[unbr8kable]

Sure, sure.

[Manages a smile before looking away, going silent for a bit]

Kinda funny, despite everything being so...how it is...I guess it doesn't sound so bad when you say it. I just-- I mean...

[And she picks up her pace a bit, self-conscious; unsuccessfully stutters through the beginnings of a few more thoughts. ...Perhaps she doesn't have any more to say after all]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Guess I got skill points in the whole inspirational speech thing. Must come standard issue with the utility belts.

[unbr8kable]

Huhh, maybe.

[Keeps walking]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[No reply.]

[unbr8kable]

[Keeps silent as well, though it occurs to her that usually he does not... At length, she turns back to him]

Hey...

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Hmm. Weird.]

[He's not there.]

[unbr8kable]

[Takes a few steps back, in case he'd taken a different turn at the intersection.]

Hurricane?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He's not in the other direction, either.]

[unbr8kable]

[But]

[If he isn't this way or that way, then...]

[...She isn't getting worked up about it, which feels alarming in and of itself. With a too-calm breath, she takes a closer look, just in case he'd slipped inside somewhere, looking for a shortcut, or waiting to jump out]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Hmmm. Nope.]

[unbr8kable]

[Oh.





Oh.]

[She still doesn't feel--much of anything, actually. Even so, she sags to her knees right there in the street, sinking straight to the ground, and all that curbstomping is going to have to take a rain check.]