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sixthiterationlogs2019-02-19 07:01 pm
houmaprotector) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2019-02-19 07:01 pm
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If a tree falls in the forest.
Who: Alec Holland + Others
What?: Trying to get to Mark Watney's house in the cold weather.
When?: Feb 19th
Open to: Reeve and Jake
Warnings: Horror, Heavy Swamp Thing.
He knows what this is. The cold seeping into the wood of his bones. He's a spirit, a body that animates the moss and peat around him, so it's only natural he freezes. He's accepted this. It's a fact of his life. It's not something he expected to deal with here. Not to the extent that he would spend time...rooted. A plant.
He's been a plant before, but he's a man who is a plant this time and the uncomfortable balance between the two...he can't think about that. He chooses to be human here. They need him to be as human as he can be. He cannot root because when he does, when he closes his eyes...
He is mired in darkness. There is no welcoming warm green.
He can make it. One foot in front of the other. This is easy despite the urge to plant his fingers in the ground and root.
One foot in front of another, the cold settling in. He can do this. Passing by the Inn he ignores it and keeps moving forward.
One foot in front of the other. Don't stop.
He misplaces his foot with a groan and tumbles like a redwood. All he can think of in his mind - Timmmmberrr.
Terrible. Absolutely terrible.
Move Alec. Move. MOVE.
One hand stretches out but. He can't.
Damn.
What?: Trying to get to Mark Watney's house in the cold weather.
When?: Feb 19th
Open to: Reeve and Jake
Warnings: Horror, Heavy Swamp Thing.
He knows what this is. The cold seeping into the wood of his bones. He's a spirit, a body that animates the moss and peat around him, so it's only natural he freezes. He's accepted this. It's a fact of his life. It's not something he expected to deal with here. Not to the extent that he would spend time...rooted. A plant.
He's been a plant before, but he's a man who is a plant this time and the uncomfortable balance between the two...he can't think about that. He chooses to be human here. They need him to be as human as he can be. He cannot root because when he does, when he closes his eyes...
He is mired in darkness. There is no welcoming warm green.
He can make it. One foot in front of the other. This is easy despite the urge to plant his fingers in the ground and root.
One foot in front of another, the cold settling in. He can do this. Passing by the Inn he ignores it and keeps moving forward.
One foot in front of the other. Don't stop.
He misplaces his foot with a groan and tumbles like a redwood. All he can think of in his mind - Timmmmberrr.
Terrible. Absolutely terrible.
Move Alec. Move. MOVE.
One hand stretches out but. He can't.
Damn.
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Fern his brain thinks for half a moment. Not that he thinks it's the boy, because the boy was far smaller than what Reeve saw fall. But it's the awareness that plants could be sentient that gets him rushing down the steps, a brief gesture calling fire into the palm of his hand to throw off warmth.
When he gets closer he realizes he might need both hands to check on whatever is going on, but he still wants the heat and warmth, so he calls the fire instead to perch on his head so his hands can reach out and try and touch the mass of plant-life.
Minerva grant that this isn't a creature out to kill them.
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"Uhmmmm..."
Naw, he can't leave this one alone. Rushing down the stares, he grabs his coat and is slinking it on as he heads out the door, rushing down the front steps and heading after... Okay, a large walking tree and a guy with fire on his head.
The world is definitely getting interesting.
"Hey, ummmm... Need some help?"