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is there room for one more sun? //closed
Who: Anna, Tony & Steve
What: Tony is an idiot!!!! More specifically, he fell into some rocks and Anna's bringing him home.
When: Evening, Day 19
Warnings:
It's been sort of a day of healing, of recuperation and figuring out where to go next. Aside from the worry, it's been a good day. Steve thought he'd go fishing and then spend the day at the library trying to figure something out about this place, all the things in the woods, maybe clues... But he's home now, washing dishes and humming a catchy song he'd heard on the radio...
He thinks about frequencies, whether or not anyone's been able to send out a signal. And maybe they can patch out a distress call and hope someone picks up. It's a long shot, but it's a decent idea if they can get it to work. He busies himself with these thoughts and checks his wristwatch. He thinks about making a call. As he dries off the dishes, he decides he'll write a note instead and leave it somewhere visible-- Dinner's in the oven, went to library, call if you need me.
When he gets to the living room to get a slip of paper, he thinks he can hear someone coming up the road. It's silly to think it's even someone coming here, but for some reason, he gets the nagging feeling to look through the window and see who it is-- when he does, he throws open the door and runs outside. He hasn't even gotten the chance to put his shoes on and he has an odd sinking sensation in his gut that reminds him of another time and another place.
What: Tony is an idiot!!!! More specifically, he fell into some rocks and Anna's bringing him home.
When: Evening, Day 19
Warnings:
It's been sort of a day of healing, of recuperation and figuring out where to go next. Aside from the worry, it's been a good day. Steve thought he'd go fishing and then spend the day at the library trying to figure something out about this place, all the things in the woods, maybe clues... But he's home now, washing dishes and humming a catchy song he'd heard on the radio...
He thinks about frequencies, whether or not anyone's been able to send out a signal. And maybe they can patch out a distress call and hope someone picks up. It's a long shot, but it's a decent idea if they can get it to work. He busies himself with these thoughts and checks his wristwatch. He thinks about making a call. As he dries off the dishes, he decides he'll write a note instead and leave it somewhere visible-- Dinner's in the oven, went to library, call if you need me.
When he gets to the living room to get a slip of paper, he thinks he can hear someone coming up the road. It's silly to think it's even someone coming here, but for some reason, he gets the nagging feeling to look through the window and see who it is-- when he does, he throws open the door and runs outside. He hasn't even gotten the chance to put his shoes on and he has an odd sinking sensation in his gut that reminds him of another time and another place.
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As she starts to approach she sees the door open, and for a moment she just stops and looks at Steve. It's a mixture of panic, fear and incredible, incredible guilt. As he runs she starts to move faster again and as she comes up to him she starts to talk far too fast.
"We were at the docks, he was so drunk- I thought the air- but earthquake- I just-," she keeps walking towards the house, still blurting out words a mile a minute, "I don't know what happened it just collapsed and then he fell and he's breathing but I don't know how bad he's hurt, Steve you have to help me."
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whoops i'm retconning that hydrogen peroxide apparently it doesn't actually work
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