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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-14 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
Geto!

[She drops her meal on the nearest table and runs to him, reaching for his shoulder.]

You okay?
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-14 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[She do...

But she also stiffens. The implication is obvious. Camille peels off and takes to the nearest window, yanking on the latch.

Wedging the tips of her fingers in between the wood.

Cursing at the utter lack of give.]


It's stuck tight. Like cement. And I can't see shit out there, it's thick as pea soup.
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-14 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Christ.

[Similar conclusion, different coordinates. She covered the windows opposite. Ran to the back in case there were extra exits.

Camille runs her hands through her hair, fighting the mounting panic. It's just her and the kid. Where is anyone else? Ashlyn? Daan?]


Okay. Okay well, we're trapped on ground level, is there a way out from above maybe? Chimney?

[Little pig little pig.]
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-14 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
Got it.

[She run!

She fails to find anything.]


Any luck? [She calls from the top of the stairs.] I've got nothing!
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-14 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Or they're picking them off one by one. The lack of a view is just as creepy as the barred doors.]

All right. So they're trying something out. [Just breathe. Think.] Look, as far as places to get shut in go, at least we got food, we got water, we got plenty of space. If we're here for a while we're not getting run down right off the bat.
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-14 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
Could be pissed off management. [She gnaws at her lips.] Could be corralling us for some other use.

Maybe we should barricade. Or set up some kind of — god, I don't know, bucket of boiling oil over the door?

[Turns out her stress response is to turn medieval morbid.]
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-14 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Yes. Much more reasonable.]

That's probably the smarter and saner idea, yeah.
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-14 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, double up maybe? Alarm and first offence?

[We could be playing never have i ever and instead we have this.]

Boiling oil is probably out of the question. Maybe something else unpleasant. Vinegar?
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-14 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Also goes. Alarm, what would be a good alarm? Bucket over the door might be all the racket they need, what about the windows?]

Huh? [Turning, a little off guard.] ...Why, you want to trade secrets with me?
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-14 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
[She is pulling out a bucket, gauging usefulness. Good weight? Ideal shape? How the hell should she know, she's not a bully at Carrie's prom.]

I know it also means you might die together. [Still. She clucks her tongue. Desperate times, you know.] All right, tell me yours and I'll tell you mine.
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-14 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I'm not seeing vinegar. Our ghost chefs are stingy. [And have terrible taste.

Also that draws a smile from her. The stoic type. Doesn't like to cede a lot of ground. She had regretted spilling her guts to him earlier but he's such a stone wall that she wonders if it matters. If anything gets out of his mouth it's probably passed a whole bureaucracy and a presidential veto first.]


Your letter, then?
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-14 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Camille shakes her head.]

C. [Sorry bout it.] Looks like we're sticking with plan A.

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