Multiversal travel can be disorienting, but there’s no need to worry! All side effects are temporary and lessen with each trip. Your body may experience several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You may have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer dizziness while others are perfectly fine. You notice that the area you are in is filled with a soft cerulean light and feels slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you. Regardless of your current state, however, the stress of transit forces your body into unconsciousness.
Waking up is another story. Or maybe it isn’t.
You find yourself in a nondescript room; sometimes with others who have found themselves in the same situation, sometimes alone. Welcome to Avagi Station, your new home.
Avagi
That First Step, it is a Doozy:
There are always risks to exploring new environments and Avagi is rich with new nooks and crannies to explore. You’re checking out a new corridor that’s been opened, though there have been signs warning that there are areas where structural stability has been weakened by neglect and the passage of time. But maybe things have been going well, you’ve found a few interesting things of note and you’re ready to head back to your bunk for the day.
Except when you turn to leave, the floor is giving way without a screech of metal. Hopefully you’ve got some good reflexes and can catch yourself before you topple down a shaft that seems to go down at least thirty or forty feet. Do you call for help or struggle to handle it on your own? And more importantly, how are you getting around this giant hole in the floor now that it’s there?
The Buddy System:
In order to help new arrivals find their bearings the more experienced residents on board have decided to try out the buddy system in order until the new arrivals get their space legs. The guide is responsible for answering any questions, showing them all the important facilities and making sure their new friend doesn’t wander anywhere too dangerous. And what better way to get to know your buddy than to try and help them find all the supplies they need to be comfortable in their new home? Hopefully the barter blocks have some clothes in your size or else it could get a little bit awkward come laundry day.
Shining Bright:
The Observation Station is the best place on Avagi to get a look at the storm that rages all around. However today when you stop by there’s something strange and new to look upon. It’s not clear if it’s a change in the environment or perhaps an effect of the living energy that opens the portals but the entire room is filled with softly glowing floating lights. If you venture into the room and dare to touch one of the lights you’ll find that you find a song playing in your mind that fills you with a deep and abiding sense of peace. What you do with that feeling is up to you but it seems that these lights aren’t going to cause any harm then why not let yourself relax in a beautiful space for a little while?
Kaittos
This month there is a portal to the planet Kaittos, a peaceful world containing one large land mass and a scattering of lived-on islands across a clear blue ocean. On the mainland, a large city-state occupies the central region and southern coast and resembles what some travelers from some versions of Earth might know of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon.
Bustling and lively, the city is clean and well provided-for due to the temperate climate and the bountiful natural resources found on its northern side; orchards, farms and forests extend into the distance, butting up against a small mountain range. The technology level is low compared to Avagi, with carriages and candles in place rather than cars and electric lights, but the craftsmen of the world have managed some very impressive mechanical feats.
Kaittans, the local residents of the world appear somewhat humanoid, but the bipedal race has hooves rather than feet, silvery skin and three eyes with vertical pupils. Although there is no sign of any other sentient species in the world, the locals are nonetheless excited to meet their guests, rather than suspicious or afraid; for some reason, they are not surprised that aliens exist, merely that they are here.
Visitors are encouraged to explore the city and partake in an exchange of goods and ideas, to share their culture and stories with the locals. Perhaps there’s a merchant willing to trade a bauble for a story or you want to try something entirely unknown to your palette in the culinary quarter. The possibilities, while not quite limitless, are enough to keep the curious busy for quite a while.
[ Exploration isn't Stan's instinct but he'd had to venture out for a few reasons -- none of which remain important as he's headed back to his bunk. There's a lot of weird things that he's getting used to but nothing could have prepared him for this.
Right under his feet the floor seemed to give way and somehow, he grabbed at something solid and held on for dear life over the cavernous abyss. ]
Don't look down. Don't look down.
[ It's the mantra he's repeating to himself over and over. If he doesn't think about the gaping shaft below him it doesn't really exist. It's not real. ]
Help?
[ If he really thought it wasn't real he could just let go but well... he's holding on for dear life instead. ]
B. ( Kaittos - The Culinary Quarter )
[ It's probably not surprising that a growing young boy ends up in the place where free food can be found. He's more than happy to answer any questions and despite the fact that he should be full he can't seem to get enough of the delicious (mostly) meals that abound here. ]
This place is the best I'm never leaving.
[ And then he's headed into his umpteenth place to get another free meal. ]
C. ( Wildcard )
[ Will match tenses/style! Open to any other options as well or network interactions! ]
(Eddie Kaspbrak hadn't been doing so hot lately. The kid honestly just looked exhausted, and a little bit rattled, like he kept seeing the shapes of evil crawling around after him. Wasn't too far off from the truth, really, and even though he had friends at the station, they weren't the Losers. And having his memories back? It made Eddie ache pretty fiercely for his friends from Derry.
So when he hears a painfully (and God, he does mean painful) familiar voice, it jars him right on off his axis. Was that...? No way.
He brakes his bike hard and whips his head over his shoulder.)
Pleeeease don't be going crazy- (He mumbles to himself. Then he catches sight of him. Stan the fucking Man Uris. That ache in his chest opens up into something light and good. His bike lands with a careless crash and Eddie takes off through the crowd, rudely shoving his way between two bartering adults.)
Stan! Staaan! It's me! (He shrieks with wild delight because between the memories and it being an actual month- God. It's felt like ages. He doesn't give a shit either. Eddie just plows on ahead until he's grabbing Stan into a tight hug, his face shoved hard into Stan's chest. He wasn't going crazy at all.)
[ Stan would have liked to have forgotten everything but he hadn't and then he hears that voice. He's been missing that voice and all the other voices since he got here so he turns toward the shrieking (and Eddie, if he knew you just threw your bike down when you have a perfectly good kickstand...).
He doesn't have time to say anything, because he's already grabbed and somehow the snarky comment he was going to make gets knocked out of him like the wind if he fell on his back. Instead, Stan hugs Eddie back, squeezing tightly and he forgets everything else for this moment of joy and relief.
Then, the tell-tale teenage embarrassment kicks in and he extracts himself from the hug. ]
(God, he really can't believe he forgot any of them. Seeing one in person, knowing that they're here, away from Derry, and more importantly away from It, makes Eddie so God damn relieved it nearly stops his heart. His personal embarrassment doesn't kick in quite as soon, mostly because for him, the distance has been wider and dug deeper.
He wants to hold on a fraction longer, but accepts that the hug is over. Instead, he grabs at Stan's arms. A part of him is a little nervous that if he let go, Stan would vanish like a mirage.)
At least I didn't kill Christ. (He responds with equal affection, complete with toothy grin.)
You're telling me. I've been here for a month and I've been completely alone.
(Not literally, but oh, no one was a Loser. No one really understood what it was like. Eddie wobbles for a second, in the eyes, the voice, and then he's hugging Stan again. It doesn't last too long though, and he's fully breaking away.)
I live on my own and everything. (Poorly, might he add. The kid was still just barely learning his way around cooking. Most of the time he just ate out or ate with someone who could cook.)
[ Not long ago, maybe Stan would have found a way to extricate himself from the other's hold on his arms but he allows it. He hasn't been here very long by himself but he's been here long enough to know how it feels and he doesn't want to pull away the comfort of being together again. It's not complete with not everyone there but neither of them are alone and that's what matters.
He rolls his eyes but doesn't rise to the bait of the vaguely anti-Semitic joke and instead he looks surprised at the length of time that Eddie's been here alone.
And then, embarrassment or not, he isn't going to pull away from Eddie's hugging again until the other boy is read. He hugs him back, lighter this time and he thinks it's a good thing he let it happen when Eddie pulls away on his own. He probably needed that if he'd been alone that long. That's an eternity! ]
And you haven't died from any diseases yet? Amazing.
(No, it wasn't complete, but it was closer to complete than Eddie's felt in a while now. There was no way he'd be looking a gift horse in the mouth. There had always been a sort of magic in their group, and with Stan here, Eddie felt a little more bigger, better than he was.
It had been an eternity. He's glad for Stan not making fun of him for the second hug, for just letting him have it. No doubt that Eddie may be a little touchier than usual over the next couple of days.
Eddie places a hand over his chest, mouth opening and face dissolving into an expression of mock-offense.)
I'll have you know that I live in a very sanitary place, Stan! And unlike some savages, I know how to wash my hands.
(.......He glances away from Stan, clearing his throat lightly.)
I also asked around. Apparently there's not any weird space diseases that exist that anyone's really discovered yet.
(There it is. Eddie's hands go straight to his hips and his lip curls up in a familiar expression of distaste. If Stan listened hard enough, he could probably already hear Eddie's endless stream of conscious thought listing off every single reason why someone should clean their hands.
He lifts a hand and points.)
Don't even try me, Uris. Henry Bowers regularly neglected cleaning his hands and you know that's true. Jesus, Richie usually doesn't either.
(To which Eddie shudders. Richie actually really only ever did that to bother Eddie, grabbing at his face after. Such a pain in his ass.)
Don't say it like that! (Great, now you got him wailing a little. Problem is Eddie totally has been paranoid about that sort of thing. After all, this world was new, so that meant anything else could be new to them later down the road.)
[ Stan stifles a small smile. Sometimes it really was too easy to rile Eddie up, that he didn't even really realize that that's what he intended to do until he did it and the other was going off about something or other. ]
(That question warrants a bit of a dead-eye stare. Or what some people might refer to as the thousand-yard stare, something he's hardly conscious of doing. Then he just kind of erupts with a startled laugh.)
What, are you serious? Do you want the condensed version or the encyclopedia version?
A joke? Is that some kind of over-the-counter drug?
(Eddie says this feigning absolute stupidity, even widening his eyes for effect.
He swipes a smack at Stan's arm. Not only does he pull the strength from his hit, it's Eddie, so it's pretty much guaranteed to not hurt even slightly.)
[He might here someone approaching, but whether or not they heard his cry for help isn’t quite apparently until a firm grip comes and grasps his forearm, plucking him out from the emptiness. Her expression is placid as she sets him back on firm ground (carefully—she does know that despite having done all the work that the weight of his body could have strained his shoulder).
A silence returns as she gives him a once-over, making sure he has no apparent injuries before Laura finally speaks.]
There are signs. [Her tone sounds critical, but for her part, she is only reaffirming the fact that he clearly did something stupid despite all the warnings he passed on the way.]
[ Stan can hear the approach and he's so relieved he can't even think of anything else to say as they pluck him up. His eyes widen when he sees the person that lifted him up and any discomfort he might have felt when she lifted him by his arm is quickly forgotten.
Wow! ]
Signs... [ Well, now his cheeks go a little red. He'd been distracted and well... obviously he missed something. ]
Is there supposed to be a detour then? Thank you for helping me! You're really strong. [ Stan, you are shrimpy as hell. ]
[He’d been wandering about and been in need of some grub, passing through and by as any stranger likely would. But when he catches what the kid says, the delicious prospects that await ahead now confirmed, he can’t help but laugh and join step with him, edging slightly closer so the young man knows he’s speaking to him.]
That's some kinda praise! Don’t suppose there’s anything you’d recommend? It all smells amazing, and I can’t say I really know what smell looks like what around here.
[Thankfully, Kurt's enhanced senses pick up on the 'help' before Stan ends up in a pile on the ground below.]
Hang on, [he reassures, barely sparing a glance down before leaping onto the wall.
Which doesn't occur to him might frighten Stan; he's assuming the boy would rather be back on his feet, instead of-- well, not being alive? He gingerly slinks across the wall and offers his tail out.] Okay, I know you're probably a bit freaked out right now, but can we lose it after I've got you back on a solid surface?
[ The leaping person shocks him, though the voice otherwise might have been reassuring a sense of panic was already rising and just escalates then. His grip nearly slips as he tries to figure out exactly what he's looking at and what they did. ]
Is that a tail...
[ He's definitely freaked out? What if this is a trick? Regardless, he doesn't see many other options and his grip is already slipping and he doesn't really want to be Mashed Stantoes today. ]
[Sigh. Do they really have time for this? He already told you to contain yourself for now, Stan!
Regardless, Kurt shakes his head, withdraws the tail and offers his tri-fingered hand out instead.] Would you rather this? Either way, you can grab on or slip and I catch you then.
[Pardon his (haha) curtness, but he'd rather not have to explain why he had a child almost lose their life in his presence because of fright.] But ja, it's a tail, to answer your earlier question.
[ Look, his curiosity is hard to contain. He just can't help himself sometimes.
The tail's still unnatural and he's torn between not wanting to believe it and being offended by it and well not wanting to die... Oh god his hand too...
So, he reaches out and grabs the hand since it's the one that's offered now and well it feels more normal than grabbing a tail. ]
[To be fair, he has problems containing his own curiosity, so he's got no room to judge on that. A life or death situation may not be the best time to ponder such things, though.
Stan's hand takes his own and Kurt firmly grasps it, pulls the boy up to where he'll be able to loop both arms around his shoulders.] Hang on, [he commands, waiting until he knows there's a secure grip around him.]
And I highly recommend that you close your eyes.
[Meaning, "Don't look down," even though saying it usually has the adverse effect.]
[ Stan wonders how the other's so strong and nimble and then wonders if he's human...and then he's wondering if he's real, if anything is real or if he's just crazy. It's highly uncomfortable and well his fear is lessened all the same with the other grasping him. Stan finds Kurt easier to hold onto and obeys quietly for now.
The start of 'why' begins but he clamps his mouth shut instead and squeezes his eyes shut and just follows the good advice for once. ]
[He waits a moment longer, making sure Stan is absolutely secure before easing into scaling across the spanse of the wall toward a more stable part of the floor. It feels like an eternity, but once they are there, Kurt raises a hand and pats Stan's shoulder, signaling that he can look.]
After you open your eyes, put your feet straight down beneath you.
[Ellie's been in situations like this before. Okay, maybe not exactly the same. But she's got experience in dealing with crazy shit like this. She's managed to run and jump over onto stable ground, but there's another kid here that isn't as lucky. Going for an adult is out of the question. Like she trusts them to help. And in the time it takes to find someone, he could fall. It's up to her to save him.]
Hey, just keep holding on, all right? I'll get you.
[There's a flimsy metal beam that's curved in on itself. It's right nearby where he is, and she's light enough she can walk out on it. It may not support both their weight but the risk is worth it.
Her backpack is tossed to the side and she hurries over to him. Her arms outstretch as she walks out on the broken floor beam, and she crouches about halfway across. She gets on her stomach and then reaches for him, making sure she's steady before she grabs at his hand. Ellie is small, but a hell of a lot stronger than she looks.]
[ Stan's definitely not been in this exact kind of situation. Weird and creepy, yes but the floor really just giving out under him that's a bit new to him and he's never had to hold on for dear life or face what he's certain is death. He hears a girl's voice, though, and while that doesn't really comfort him much he focuses on that to keep from panicking as he holds on as tightly as he can.
Already his arms are starting to ache -- someone should tell him to work out more if he's going to live in a place that's floor randomly goes out.
His eyes follow her movement when she comes out onto the beam and he has to wonder how a girl is so brave because he's not feeling very brave right now. He's not sure he would've done what she's doing.
He lets her help him and maybe later he'll be thinking about it with wounded pride. ]
Yeah. Yeah.
[ With some help he can get to the beam too and hopefully they can manage not to weigh it down too much. ]
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Stan Uris ( It 2017 )
[ Exploration isn't Stan's instinct but he'd had to venture out for a few reasons -- none of which remain important as he's headed back to his bunk. There's a lot of weird things that he's getting used to but nothing could have prepared him for this.
Right under his feet the floor seemed to give way and somehow, he grabbed at something solid and held on for dear life over the cavernous abyss. ]
Don't look down. Don't look down.
[ It's the mantra he's repeating to himself over and over. If he doesn't think about the gaping shaft below him it doesn't really exist. It's not real. ]
Help?
[ If he really thought it wasn't real he could just let go but well... he's holding on for dear life instead. ]
B. ( Kaittos - The Culinary Quarter )
[ It's probably not surprising that a growing young boy ends up in the place where free food can be found. He's more than happy to answer any questions and despite the fact that he should be full he can't seem to get enough of the delicious (mostly) meals that abound here. ]
This place is the best I'm never leaving.
[ And then he's headed into his umpteenth place to get another free meal. ]
C. ( Wildcard )
[ Will match tenses/style! Open to any other options as well or network interactions! ]
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So when he hears a painfully (and God, he does mean painful) familiar voice, it jars him right on off his axis. Was that...? No way.
He brakes his bike hard and whips his head over his shoulder.)
Pleeeease don't be going crazy- (He mumbles to himself. Then he catches sight of him. Stan the fucking Man Uris. That ache in his chest opens up into something light and good. His bike lands with a careless crash and Eddie takes off through the crowd, rudely shoving his way between two bartering adults.)
Stan! Staaan! It's me! (He shrieks with wild delight because between the memories and it being an actual month- God. It's felt like ages. He doesn't give a shit either. Eddie just plows on ahead until he's grabbing Stan into a tight hug, his face shoved hard into Stan's chest. He wasn't going crazy at all.)
Oh, Jesus Christ, it's you. Holy shit.
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He doesn't have time to say anything, because he's already grabbed and somehow the snarky comment he was going to make gets knocked out of him like the wind if he fell on his back. Instead, Stan hugs Eddie back, squeezing tightly and he forgets everything else for this moment of joy and relief.
Then, the tell-tale teenage embarrassment kicks in and he extracts himself from the hug. ]
You little shit. [ Affectionate, of course. ]
I didn't think I knew anyone here.
[ Please let this not be a dream. ]
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He wants to hold on a fraction longer, but accepts that the hug is over. Instead, he grabs at Stan's arms. A part of him is a little nervous that if he let go, Stan would vanish like a mirage.)
At least I didn't kill Christ. (He responds with equal affection, complete with toothy grin.)
You're telling me. I've been here for a month and I've been completely alone.
(Not literally, but oh, no one was a Loser. No one really understood what it was like. Eddie wobbles for a second, in the eyes, the voice, and then he's hugging Stan again. It doesn't last too long though, and he's fully breaking away.)
I live on my own and everything. (Poorly, might he add. The kid was still just barely learning his way around cooking. Most of the time he just ate out or ate with someone who could cook.)
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He rolls his eyes but doesn't rise to the bait of the vaguely anti-Semitic joke and instead he looks surprised at the length of time that Eddie's been here alone.
And then, embarrassment or not, he isn't going to pull away from Eddie's hugging again until the other boy is read. He hugs him back, lighter this time and he thinks it's a good thing he let it happen when Eddie pulls away on his own. He probably needed that if he'd been alone that long. That's an eternity! ]
And you haven't died from any diseases yet? Amazing.
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It had been an eternity. He's glad for Stan not making fun of him for the second hug, for just letting him have it. No doubt that Eddie may be a little touchier than usual over the next couple of days.
Eddie places a hand over his chest, mouth opening and face dissolving into an expression of mock-offense.)
I'll have you know that I live in a very sanitary place, Stan! And unlike some savages, I know how to wash my hands.
(.......He glances away from Stan, clearing his throat lightly.)
I also asked around. Apparently there's not any weird space diseases that exist that anyone's really discovered yet.
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Yes, the savages that don't know how to wash their hands. Are you sure those people ever existed, though?
[ Of course, they did but what does that really matter just now. He's just further teasing Eddie because it felt good to be able to again. ]
We're lucky then. [ A pause for dramatic effect: ] For now.
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He lifts a hand and points.)
Don't even try me, Uris. Henry Bowers regularly neglected cleaning his hands and you know that's true. Jesus, Richie usually doesn't either.
(To which Eddie shudders. Richie actually really only ever did that to bother Eddie, grabbing at his face after. Such a pain in his ass.)
Don't say it like that! (Great, now you got him wailing a little. Problem is Eddie totally has been paranoid about that sort of thing. After all, this world was new, so that meant anything else could be new to them later down the road.)
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We'll be fine. When have you ever not been fine?
[ Eventually, anyway. ]
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What, are you serious? Do you want the condensed version or the encyclopedia version?
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Do you know what a joke is? And please, I don't need a reminder of your list of ills imagined and otherwise.
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(Eddie says this feigning absolute stupidity, even widening his eyes for effect.
He swipes a smack at Stan's arm. Not only does he pull the strength from his hit, it's Eddie, so it's pretty much guaranteed to not hurt even slightly.)
They're not imaginary. Bronchitis exists.
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A silence returns as she gives him a once-over, making sure he has no apparent injuries before Laura finally speaks.]
There are signs. [Her tone sounds critical, but for her part, she is only reaffirming the fact that he clearly did something stupid despite all the warnings he passed on the way.]
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Wow! ]
Signs... [ Well, now his cheeks go a little red. He'd been distracted and well... obviously he missed something. ]
Is there supposed to be a detour then? Thank you for helping me! You're really strong. [ Stan, you are shrimpy as hell. ]
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That's some kinda praise! Don’t suppose there’s anything you’d recommend? It all smells amazing, and I can’t say I really know what smell looks like what around here.
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Well, that place is pretty bad but...[ He nodded to one place that what they served kind of tasted what he thought a fart pancake would taste like. ]
that place and that place are really good. I'm going to try every place here. [ He just can't seem to get enough of the food, really. ]
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Hang on, [he reassures, barely sparing a glance down before leaping onto the wall.
Which doesn't occur to him might frighten Stan; he's assuming the boy would rather be back on his feet, instead of-- well, not being alive? He gingerly slinks across the wall and offers his tail out.] Okay, I know you're probably a bit freaked out right now, but can we lose it after I've got you back on a solid surface?
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[ The leaping person shocks him, though the voice otherwise might have been reassuring a sense of panic was already rising and just escalates then. His grip nearly slips as he tries to figure out exactly what he's looking at and what they did. ]
Is that a tail...
[ He's definitely freaked out? What if this is a trick? Regardless, he doesn't see many other options and his grip is already slipping and he doesn't really want to be Mashed Stantoes today. ]
Am I supposed to hold that?
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Regardless, Kurt shakes his head, withdraws the tail and offers his tri-fingered hand out instead.] Would you rather this? Either way, you can grab on or slip and I catch you then.
[Pardon his (haha) curtness, but he'd rather not have to explain why he had a child almost lose their life in his presence because of fright.] But ja, it's a tail, to answer your earlier question.
[Will a distraction work? He's hoping so.]
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The tail's still unnatural and he's torn between not wanting to believe it and being offended by it and well not wanting to die... Oh god his hand too...
So, he reaches out and grabs the hand since it's the one that's offered now and well it feels more normal than grabbing a tail. ]
Shit.
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Stan's hand takes his own and Kurt firmly grasps it, pulls the boy up to where he'll be able to loop both arms around his shoulders.] Hang on, [he commands, waiting until he knows there's a secure grip around him.]
And I highly recommend that you close your eyes.
[Meaning, "Don't look down," even though saying it usually has the adverse effect.]
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The start of 'why' begins but he clamps his mouth shut instead and squeezes his eyes shut and just follows the good advice for once. ]
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After you open your eyes, put your feet straight down beneath you.
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Hey, just keep holding on, all right? I'll get you.
[There's a flimsy metal beam that's curved in on itself. It's right nearby where he is, and she's light enough she can walk out on it. It may not support both their weight but the risk is worth it.
Her backpack is tossed to the side and she hurries over to him. Her arms outstretch as she walks out on the broken floor beam, and she crouches about halfway across. She gets on her stomach and then reaches for him, making sure she's steady before she grabs at his hand. Ellie is small, but a hell of a lot stronger than she looks.]
I got you, okay? You're safe. I...think.
Sorry about the delay!
Already his arms are starting to ache -- someone should tell him to work out more if he's going to live in a place that's floor randomly goes out.
His eyes follow her movement when she comes out onto the beam and he has to wonder how a girl is so brave because he's not feeling very brave right now. He's not sure he would've done what she's doing.
He lets her help him and maybe later he'll be thinking about it with wounded pride. ]
Yeah. Yeah.
[ With some help he can get to the beam too and hopefully they can manage not to weigh it down too much. ]