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[ en ] tranceway . m . o . d . s. ([personal profile] vitaelamorte) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2016-11-11 07:47 pm

+ Your imagination can't hurt you! +

Who: YOU!
Where: The Mindscape
When: starting November 11th
Rating: may be up to R for character deaths
Summary: Navigate challenges to learn valuable lessons about nonviolence, cooperation, and self-sacrifice! Release your inner animal! Read more about the event here, and on the bulletin board.
The Story:




"If you know yourself, you have nothing to fear."
"Working together is the only way."
"Deaths are a necessary part of life, but not all deaths are necessary."
"The needs of the many outweigh the life of just one."
choosetruth: (there's change coming once and for all)

[personal profile] choosetruth 2016-11-12 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
[She wakes up in a hole.

It's bright enough that she grimaces and has to push her sunglasses more snugly against her face. She's going to be feeling this one, she can already tell. She sits up slowly, looking around cautiously. When she sees who's with her, her frown deepens, but she doesn't... actually acknowledge him immediately. Instead, she taps the cuff on her ear.]


Shaun? Come in. Where are you?

[....there's no answer. She taps it again.]

Shaun?

[It's very clearly not connecting, she exhales angrily.]

Well, this is fun already.
postictal: (u like eating so much??? eat shit)

[personal profile] postictal 2016-11-12 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
Tim, actually.

[Thank god he's still got his shitty sense of humor, right? She just kind of blithely ignores him, which is fine by him, because that gives him the opportunity to drag himself slowly to his feet and start passing his hands over the stone that, as suspected, has no easy grooves or handholds. Fantastic.]
choosetruth: (845753_original)

[personal profile] choosetruth 2016-11-12 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
No shit.

[She needs to get out of this pit and find Shaun. She turns to examine the wall herself. No obvious handholds, which isn't promising when she's already not a great climber. Not high enough to jump, or to reach if she got Tim, actually to give her a boost. No convenient ropes. Lovely.]

Don't suppose you know where we are?
postictal: (camera just went off like this)

[personal profile] postictal 2016-11-12 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
No idea.

[Sounds pissed about it, though he can't say he's surprised there. He can sympathize with that, at least, even if he has to resist the urge to snap something back. They're stuck down here together. Might as well do their best to get along, right?]

Place doesn't have any handholds, though. Nothing as easy as just climbing on out.
choosetruth: (829917_original)

[personal profile] choosetruth 2016-11-12 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
Of course not. Whatever the deal with this... [Her lips tighten.] event. It's not going to be simple. But we are finding a way out. I am not spending an entire event stuck in a pit with you.

[It's only slightly personal--she'd be about ready to kill Shaun after being stuck in a pit with him for three days, and she actually likes him. She paces around the perimeter, taking in every inch and hoping for a clue of how to get out, but it's the same rough hewn stone with no handholds all the way around. Why is it so fucking bright? She can feel the tendrils of a migraine starting. Just what she needed to make today better.]
postictal: (gdi jay)

[personal profile] postictal 2016-11-12 08:40 am (UTC)(link)
Gee, thanks. [His tone is utterly deadpan to befit the fact that, aside from the initial sting of her words, he plain doesn't have it in him to let himself get up in arms about the fact that she probably despises him pretty thoroughly by now.

Doesn't matter much anyway. He probably deserves it.

Not the point anyway.]


What've you got on you? Not like I really carry rope or something around with me, but if there's something that might help...?

[He lets the sentence trail off as he starts digging through his pockets, thumbs running over the contours of every object familiar to him. Wallet, keys, lighter. Pack of cigarettes.

Switchblade.

Nothing out of the ordinary, then.]
choosetruth: (from bottle alley to the harbor)

[personal profile] choosetruth 2016-11-12 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, how could I forget about the grappling hook I always carry.

[Mostly recording equipment and cameras. Her own wallet and keys. A spare pair of sunglasses just in case. Emergency painkillers. And her favorite .40, of course. She only has the one gun on her today. She didn't have a reason to think she'd need more. She still doesn't. She doesn't particularly like Tim, but she doesn't anticipate disliking him enough to shoot him. She also doesn't think it will get them out of here.]

I guess we could try carving foot holds with keys, but it seems inefficient at best. Or I could shoot into the air and hope someone hears it and helps us. Worth a shot, but I don't think it'll be that simple.
postictal: (that sounds like total bullshit my guy)

[personal profile] postictal 2016-11-12 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hey, they can be pill-buddies. He's got his bottle of medication on him at the very least, so it's not scraping the bottom of the barrel just yet. And - god, of course she carries a camera, huh? A regular Grade-A Jay-type, down to a tee. Honestly, he wishes he could be surprised, but he really, really isn't.]

Worth a shot?

[Something about the wordplay strikes him as vaguely amusing - or it would, if he had it in him to laugh. As it is, he simply raises an eyebrow, as if to ask if that was intentional on her part.

He flicks the blade out with a snkt of hissing metal and tries dragging it across the material making up the walls. It scrapes over the rock with the grating of metal over stone, but it doesn't even wear a dent into the stuff.]


Damnit.
choosetruth: (this is the story we needed to write)

[personal profile] choosetruth 2016-11-12 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[The look she gives back doesn't reveal anything about whether it was intentional or not--it wasn't, she's not in a particularly joking mood, but she frowns when he completely fails to so much as leave a scratch. Not surprising, but disheartening. So she pulls out her gun and points it at the sky.]

Cover your ears.
postictal: (clawing at the walls)

[personal profile] postictal 2016-11-12 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Not much in the way of warning, but Tim takes it. He shuffles back until he's pressed up against the wall, hands clamping over his ears, eyes screwing shut. He doesn't mean for the tension to vibrate up his shoulders and tighten his spine, but it coils sickeningly in his chest regardless. The crack of a bullet, the yell, the scared, panicked sounds of a man who knew he was about to die, hands clasped over the red as it swelled and drooled out between his fingers -

Doesn't matter. It's not real. It's not here.

It's not here. He ekes the words out between gritted teeth, low and taut]


Go ahead.
choosetruth: (there's change coming once and for all)

[personal profile] choosetruth 2016-11-12 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[An interesting reaction, and one George makes a mental note of for that time in the future when Tim is the most interesting mystery she has to explore. She did not expect him to show signs of trauma at the sight of a gun. If he'd asked her not to, she probably would have--she doesn't actually think it'll actually do any good anyway--but if he's not going to actually protest, she won't call attention to his reaction.

Not now, anyway.

She slips ear plugs in, does two short blasts into the air, puts the safety back on, and holsters the weapon. Then she glances over at Tim, frowning slightly and hoping he just opens his eyes and realizes she's done. She'd really rather not resort to physical contact to get his attention.]
postictal: (hold yourself together)

[personal profile] postictal 2016-11-12 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Even braced for it, it cuts across his awareness with a harsh bang and a dozen unwanted memories come singing into his head along with it. He tries not to flinch, and fails miserably.

He's hearing a continuous tone.

He drops his hands when it seems to be over, glances at her cautiously.]


Anything?

[Aside from...ow, fuck, his ears?]
choosetruth: (we'll be ready to fight us a war)

[personal profile] choosetruth 2016-11-12 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
No. We have to assume no one's coming.

[Maybe it'll turn out she's wrong and someone will bring a rope. It would be nice if she could have that sort of optimism. She frowns and stares around the cave, making estimates in her head. It's small enough that she's already uncomfortable with how little personal space she has. It's not quite large enough that she could lie down comfortably.

She spreads her arms, seeing if she can touch both sides at the same time. Not quite.]


If it were a little smaller, we could probably brace against one side as we climbed. But it's not quite that small.
postictal: (dirty dirty unwashed hair)

[personal profile] postictal 2016-11-12 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Great.

[He's hearing a continuous tone.

He traces fingers over the ridges and bumps in the stone again without much direction to the act. He's got no experience with shit like this, and that's probably getting to be glaringly obvious. Which is just, you know, fantastic.

His brows knit together as he glances at George, reluctantly.]


And if we, uh...braced against each other?
choosetruth: (there's change coming once and for all)

[personal profile] choosetruth 2016-11-13 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Her shoulders tense. It... well. She can see how it would work. If it was Shaun, not someone she doesn't really know and really doesn't like, she'd immediately agree to try it. But it's not Shaun, and she really doesn't like it when anyone else touches her.]

That... sounds like it'll take a while.

[Which is a ridiculous, nonsense excuse and she knows it the second it's out of her mouth.]
postictal: (shit boi i die)

[personal profile] postictal 2016-11-13 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[It's obvious from the body language that she likes that idea about as much as he does - which is to say, not at all. He shrugs, one corner of his mouth twisting in apparent discomfort.]

I...really don't like it any more than you do, honestly.

[Honestly, huh? That's a joke, coming from him.]

But I don't really see any other options. Do you?
choosetruth: (835802_original)

[personal profile] choosetruth 2016-11-13 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
[She steals another look around the pit, but...]

No, I don't.

[She doesn't like lying to herself anymore than she likes lying to anyone else, though that one is sometimes harder to avoid. She exhales, tugging her sleeves down a little further. Do this, uncomfortable as it is, and she can get out of this pit and find Shaun. And once she finds Shaun, she can forget about this nightmare.]

Fine. We'll probably have to link arms. And be careful not to jar my head enough to make me lose my sunglasses.
postictal: (i have too many "tim is sad" caps tbh)

[personal profile] postictal 2016-11-13 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
I'll do my best.

[It's tempting to snap the words out dryly, but he does his best to level out his tone, if marginally. If she's just as decidedly uneager to engaging in this somatosensory nightmare then...well, it'll make dealing with it marginally easier, maybe.

He's got no idea.]


Figures Wonderland makes us do the one thing we hate.
choosetruth: (there's change coming once and for all)

[personal profile] choosetruth 2016-11-13 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
Bet you anything it's on purpose.

[It would be a terrible bet to make. George turns to face the wall and grits her teeth. She also doesn't like turning her back to him. She might be a little paranoid, perhaps, but in her line of work and world paranoid generally translated to alive.]

Let's just... get this over with. How the fuck does this work?
postictal: (no more secrets)

[personal profile] postictal 2016-11-13 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
Wouldn't be surprised, really.

[Wonderland seems to take a sadistic sort of pleasure in inflicting the precise things it knows they'll hate on them. He realizes his hands have flexed into fists, his shoulders taut, and he tries to breathe out, loosen the invisible grip he's assumed on the empty air.]

Never really done this before, so, uh...do we just...link arms? And try to...brace ourselves against each other?
choosetruth: (yeah nitwit that ain’t news no more!)

[personal profile] choosetruth 2016-11-13 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
I guess. I haven't done this before either.

[She sounds annoyed, which is about partly how she always sounds, partly how she's feeling. At Tim, at Wonderland, at the entire goddamn situation. If she gets out of this, she's adding rope to her field gear.]

Ugh, let's just--

[She grits her teeth and moves to link arms with him. Amazingly, she's actually more comfortable with physical contact with strangers than a lot of people of her generation, but there's accepting the need to stand in a crowd or shake hands without panicking as perils of her career, and then there's pressing your back against someone else's back and linking your arms and she has to not think about this too hard and just suck it up. Her intimacy issues can fuck right off until she has time to deal with them.]

Sooner we do it, the sooner it'll be over.
postictal: (im going to punch you in the taint)

[personal profile] postictal 2016-11-13 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's right. Much as it chafes, as he knows it'll make his skin crawl, there's no alternative here, and it's the quickest way out of his hell-hole - or literal-hole, as it were - so they might as well buckle down and do it. He swallows hard and follows suit, ignoring the way the hairs on his neck prickle, his fingers curling into his palms until the nails are biting into the flesh there.]

All right. Just move - move steady, and we'll be outta here soon.

[It's mostly a mumbled reassurance for his own sake as he plants one foot against the wall of the hole, grimacing and trying not feel exceptionally foolish.]

Ready?

['Cause Tim sure isn't.]
choosetruth: (there's change coming once and for all)

[personal profile] choosetruth 2016-11-13 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Does it matter?

[They've got to do this whether they're ready or not. It feels so ridiculously stupid and... undignified, not that it should matter in a situation like this. She grits her teeth and puts a foot up against the wall herself, then leans back against him. She tries not to tense too much as her back makes full contact with his. She tries not to squirm as she puts her weight on him, trusting him not to step away and let her fall. Not that it would benefit him to do that in any way, but he could, and there wouldn't be a damn thing Georgia could do about it. Besides maybe punch him afterwards.]

Okay. I'm lifting my other foot now.
postictal: (i have too many "tim is sad" caps tbh)

[personal profile] postictal 2016-11-14 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
[All right. Yeah. She braces against him, and he braces back, evenly, trying not to press back with too much strength, not that he has much to go with. His lungs are gonna kill him by the end of this.

God but she could just lean back and send him crashing.]


All right. Go ahead.

[He'll put his up last, he's decided. He's probably sturdier, easier to bear the weight that way.]
choosetruth: (845335_original)

[personal profile] choosetruth 2016-11-14 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Putting her other leg up feels like the hardest thing ever, not in terms of the effort involved but because it very literally means putting all her weight on someone else, but she grits her teeth and forces herself to do it.

It's not comfortable, it's not pretty, and she's got more expression on her face than anyone but Shaun has seen in a very long time, but hell, Tim can't actually see her face. She braces herself as well as she can.]


Okay. Your turn.

[Don't you dare drop her.]

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