Albert Silverberg (
chikaidestroyer) wrote2012-07-30 01:11 am
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∞ 103: Doors to anywhere [voice/action]
[With the summer weather being what it is, it's been somewhat difficult to sleep at reasonable times -- even more so when you're still attempting to fix your sleeping schedule after resting from a mission. This is the only reason that Albert is preparing to take a shower at midnight, having collected his clothes for changing afterwards.
However, those plans vanish upon passing through the bathroom door as darkness immediately floods his vision. The air is thick and smells of sulfur, and the breeze tells him he's no longer safely indoors. He stumbles blindly for all of ten seconds before he stubs his foot on something and falls forward--
--right into the hot springs. With a resounding splash.
His journal luckily does not land in the water, but hits the ground in just the right way to start recording. There's coughing and several other splashes as Albert drags himself out of the water.
A few minutes more pass before the recording is stopped. It starts again several minutes later. Albert sounds hoarse, and the journal screen may be dim with firelight.]
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"The fun starts at midnight," indeed. Do be careful of the weather today, everyone; it looks like it's going to be raining.
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[Once he gets his bearings and has changed out of his soaked clothes into his drier set, Albert will attempt to leave the hot springs. This unfortunately means passing through another doorway to ... somewhere. Beware the accidental intruder in the middle of the night.
In the morning, he can be found drowsily sitting on the front steps of house 42. He's not taking the chance of walking through the front door and ending up somewhere else.]
However, those plans vanish upon passing through the bathroom door as darkness immediately floods his vision. The air is thick and smells of sulfur, and the breeze tells him he's no longer safely indoors. He stumbles blindly for all of ten seconds before he stubs his foot on something and falls forward--
--right into the hot springs. With a resounding splash.
His journal luckily does not land in the water, but hits the ground in just the right way to start recording. There's coughing and several other splashes as Albert drags himself out of the water.
A few minutes more pass before the recording is stopped. It starts again several minutes later. Albert sounds hoarse, and the journal screen may be dim with firelight.]
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"The fun starts at midnight," indeed. Do be careful of the weather today, everyone; it looks like it's going to be raining.
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[Once he gets his bearings and has changed out of his soaked clothes into his drier set, Albert will attempt to leave the hot springs. This unfortunately means passing through another doorway to ... somewhere. Beware the accidental intruder in the middle of the night.
In the morning, he can be found drowsily sitting on the front steps of house 42. He's not taking the chance of walking through the front door and ending up somewhere else.]
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...at least, until he steps through his doorway in the morning and ends up somewhere that is not the hallway. It won't be until closer to the afternoon that Caesar wanders back to the house, still in his pajamas, when he notices his brother. He seems rather tired when he speaks.]
Good morning... or is it afternoon?
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It might even be evening already. The sky is a mess today.
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Will you risk going through the front door?
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What are the chances of that actually being successful?
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[It's a genuine question, since he doesn't catch the intended sarcasm. ...and truthfully, he's a little hungry, too. He hadn't had a chance to eat breakfast or lunch yet today.]
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Food would not be unwelcome at this point. [Can't even give a straight answer.]
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[There's nothing wrong with being honest, Albert! In fact, it might decide whether or not he tries to send Kogoro out now or later.]
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It is desired, yes.
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[He stands up as he speaks, ascending the rest of the stairs and approaching the door. Doors always seemed to lead where they were supposed to until you set foot through them, so maybe if he didn't actually walk inside...
He opens the front door and tries to look around as best as he can without actually moving through the doorway. Where the heck is that dog?]
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Try calling out to him?
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It looks like the door is back to normal for the moment. [There's a bit of relief evident in his voice.]
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[He crouches down and holds out a hand for Kogoro. Come here, little guy...!]
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He looks like he's been waiting to be fed, too.
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[...yes, that sounds incredibly weird. Should he be more specific about what to get? Hrm.]
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