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lifeaftr2020-01-28 10:53 pm
burntvideocassette) wrote in lifeaftr2020-01-28 10:53 pm
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Who: Jay Merrick and You
What: Jay fell unconscious in Rosswood Park and woke up on a magic island. He's not yet sure if this is a good thing.
When: January 29th, morning
Where: The Storyteller's Temple
Warnings: Language, Jay being an anxious wreck; will update as things come up!
This is wrong. Deeply, deeply wrong. He's either still dreaming, or he's still hallucinating, or he's dead, because the only remaining option doesn't just happen.
Sure, maybe the supernatural exists, but it doesn't talk to you in your dreams, and it doesn't spare you from getting your memories scraped out of your head bythat thing, and it doesn't drop you off in...okay, maybe it does drop you off in an overgrown, abandoned building, but not one that looks like this.
He leans up against something that definitely isn't a mana pool, because mana pools don't exist. His phone is gone. His camera--shit, his camera's dripping, and the viewfinder screen won't light up, and it won't even turn on, it just keeps making this thin, whining noise before fizzling out again, and come on come on COME ON this can't happen
What: Jay fell unconscious in Rosswood Park and woke up on a magic island. He's not yet sure if this is a good thing.
When: January 29th, morning
Where: The Storyteller's Temple
Warnings: Language, Jay being an anxious wreck; will update as things come up!
This is wrong. Deeply, deeply wrong. He's either still dreaming, or he's still hallucinating, or he's dead, because the only remaining option doesn't just happen.
Sure, maybe the supernatural exists, but it doesn't talk to you in your dreams, and it doesn't spare you from getting your memories scraped out of your head by
He leans up against something that definitely isn't a mana pool, because mana pools don't exist. His phone is gone. His camera--shit, his camera's dripping, and the viewfinder screen won't light up, and it won't even turn on, it just keeps making this thin, whining noise before fizzling out again, and come on come on COME ON this can't happen
detective party
Jay looks up at her, still sitting on the floor in front of the mana pool, still cradling the camera.
"You got any rice?" He winces at the way his voice cracks. He's fine. He's got it together. He's handling this. He's fine.
FUN TIMES
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"Yeah, 'm fine."
He can't resist the urge to shoot her a sideways look, inject a little sarcasm to match hers. He's been through worse than this and been fine, and he's fine now, but he knows how it looks.
It'll blow over. He'll fix the camera, make sure the gap in the tapes is as brief as possible.
And if that thing shows up, what then? He can't afford to have a gap in the record.Might as well check, even if he suspects he knows the answer. "You wouldn't have a pen and paper on you, right?"
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She shakes her head. "No pen and paper. But we can go find some if you want. Come on." She offers him a hand. At least she can get him out of here and moving.
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He doesn't know her. He doesn't know what she wants. She's a complete stranger.
He must look like a wreck, then.
Jay takes her hand.
"Yeah, let's...yeah." He's mulling over what he just heard, what the talking dream rabbit told him. It was a dream, but this place doesn't look like Rosswood. She doesn't talk like she's from home. "Is there a store, or like...?"