[001] accidental audio.

[from_the_vine]

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Eurgh, Fuck me, that hurts.

[The groan that crackles into existence over the feed is a thoroughly pained one, punctuated by heavy breathing and a wet, slippery sound. There's a beat of silence.]

... the fuck is... Lenny? Ellie?

[The noises that follow are quiet but audible, rushed and frantic. There's the sound of heavy, skittering footsteps that fade and rise in volume in a discordant manner, as if someone is running - wait, no. Pacing - wait, no. Running, yes. Definitely running back and forth.]

... a temple? Shit shit, lost 'em. Lost - gotta rendezvous back at...

[His voice trails off into quiet muttering, the sound of rustling paper nearly inaudible on the line. He's not far from the communicator but he's yet to find it, obviously too busy trying to make sense of which way is up. There's panic and confusion in what can be heard of all that rustling, and an implied will to defend himself should anyone approach him too quickly.]

... gotta be shitting me. Central Park? Unlikely... oh shit, some kind of ... preserve...?

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[rattrash.livejournal.com]

Huh?

You have seen me?

I've been here almost a year. If you've seen me then that works toward one of my theories about time here!

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[from-the-vine.livejournal.com]

[He can't help it - he flat out rolls his eyes]

Yeah, I've seen you. And heard about you. [He steps in intimidatingly close, lowering his voice] I was so fucking sick of hearing about you.

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[rattrash.livejournal.com]

[Trash's excitement dies as Imaru gets closer.] Oh yeah? [He manages but Imaru can tell he's intimidated] Well that's not my problem.

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[from-the-vine.livejournal.com]

[The toothpick in Imaru's mouth rotates slowly, almost threateningly, as he stares him down. Hard.]

[Then he shrugs and eases up, flashing a winning smile] Pointless now anyway. Right? So what's this theory of yours?

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[rattrash.livejournal.com]

[Trash lets out a strained sigh] It's about time here. I don't have much evidence to support it, but I get the inkling that time doesn't work here.

When people disappear they go back to the time they were gone. So, if I were to go back, you'd be there, you get me? Even though you're here.

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[from-the-vine.livejournal.com]

[Imaru blinks] ... wait so, you're tellin' me my pack won't notice that I'm gone?

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[rattrash.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure, but I think so. If and when you get out of here you might go home to the same day you left. You could have been only missing for minutes.

I'm not sure of a pattern, it might be different for everyone. I just don't know.

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[from-the-vine.livejournal.com]

[His toothpick rotates fiendishly - he's chewing hard, irritable]

So does that help you sleep in your cushy bed here at night?

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[rattrash.livejournal.com]

It's not delusion to hope Imaru, and it's a personal thing, you don't have to do it but don't you dare judge me for it. [He takes on a parental tone]

Anyway, come on let's get you settled.

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[from-the-vine.livejournal.com]

[He folds his arms across his chest and lingers there, sizing him up]

Yeah, whatever you say. [He gestures with mock-chivalry for Trash to start moving] After you.

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[rattrash.livejournal.com]

[Trash goes in first, and makes sure Imaru shuts the inn door behind him before he shows him around. I think that's a good place to end their first encounter in deme, since it was made of awesome >D]