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sixthiterationlogs2016-09-15 06:42 am
zomboligist) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-09-15 06:42 am
you had one job, lassie
WHO: Ravi Chakrabarti
WHERE: The lonely bottom of a fountain
WHEN: September 15th
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Having to haul 6'3 of British gorgeous out of a fountain (otherwise, n/a)
STATUS: Closed
Until now, the most frustrating things in Ravi's life numbered roughly twofold and went: 1) Having to dig up hole after hole after hole looking for a source of tainted utopium without any indication of where they had to look and 2) Having to deal with Blaine on a regular basis without him actually recalling any of his wicked ways. It's not hard to hate a person when you remember the ridiculous laundry list of their crimes, but it starts to require reminders, after a time.
Now, though, oh, now, Ravi gets to add a brand new number one to the list.
"Hello!" he shouts for the third time, his voice bouncing off the walls of his strange little prison. He can't help but wonder if this is some unexpected twist in his discovery that Major is the Chaos Killer and whether he's been drugged and placed here for his own good, but he understands a little better now. Besides, Major wouldn't do that. Right? He wouldn't strip Ravi of his clothes and equip him with some very stylish black medical scrubs and a backpack he's been too wary to look into. He just wouldn't (hopefully).
So instead of having any answers, he's been pacing a tight circle while his mind concocts worst case scenarios (ranging from Saw to the much more frightening Human Centipede or if it's really and truly bad he could be in, good god help him, the Blair Witch Sequel) and then coming around to thinking this has to be some prank. Liv and Clive are going to pop over the top and laugh and laugh at him and won't they have a wonderful time of it?
"Fine, you want to leave me down a fountain well, then you're going to have to get Lassie to get me out of here," he mutters half to himself, though his voice carries upwards. "C'mon, Girl, don't let a man starve to death down here!"
He's a man who's been surviving the cusp of the zombie apocalypse for months now. And, right now, he's being bested by roughly fifty feet of stonework.
WHERE: The lonely bottom of a fountain
WHEN: September 15th
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Having to haul 6'3 of British gorgeous out of a fountain (otherwise, n/a)
STATUS: Closed
Until now, the most frustrating things in Ravi's life numbered roughly twofold and went: 1) Having to dig up hole after hole after hole looking for a source of tainted utopium without any indication of where they had to look and 2) Having to deal with Blaine on a regular basis without him actually recalling any of his wicked ways. It's not hard to hate a person when you remember the ridiculous laundry list of their crimes, but it starts to require reminders, after a time.
Now, though, oh, now, Ravi gets to add a brand new number one to the list.
"Hello!" he shouts for the third time, his voice bouncing off the walls of his strange little prison. He can't help but wonder if this is some unexpected twist in his discovery that Major is the Chaos Killer and whether he's been drugged and placed here for his own good, but he understands a little better now. Besides, Major wouldn't do that. Right? He wouldn't strip Ravi of his clothes and equip him with some very stylish black medical scrubs and a backpack he's been too wary to look into. He just wouldn't (hopefully).
So instead of having any answers, he's been pacing a tight circle while his mind concocts worst case scenarios (ranging from Saw to the much more frightening Human Centipede or if it's really and truly bad he could be in, good god help him, the Blair Witch Sequel) and then coming around to thinking this has to be some prank. Liv and Clive are going to pop over the top and laugh and laugh at him and won't they have a wonderful time of it?
"Fine, you want to leave me down a fountain well, then you're going to have to get Lassie to get me out of here," he mutters half to himself, though his voice carries upwards. "C'mon, Girl, don't let a man starve to death down here!"
He's a man who's been surviving the cusp of the zombie apocalypse for months now. And, right now, he's being bested by roughly fifty feet of stonework.