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entranceway2014-02-23 01:07 pm
alwaysnext) wrote in entranceway2014-02-23 01:07 pm
[005 | video]
Anyone know how to fight a dinosaur?
[Someone got out on the wrong side of the velociraptor-susceptible bed this morning. Shirtless and rumpled and bleeding all over the toilet cistern he's sitting on, Luke's having the worst sleepover ever.
But there is a moment of peace in which to make this whispered video, and so he tacks on a maudlin revelation.]
America's stuff's disappeared. That means he's really gone, doesn't it?
[He knows it does. Doesn't stop him hoping someone will tell him otherwise.
Something heavy slams into the bathroom door, and Luke jerks back, staring for one, two tense seconds as he waits to recreate the worst scene in Jurassic Park. Outside, that shit-stirring little reptile is hissing and screeching like the smug bastard he is. He knows what he does.]
But the dinosaur's free. And mad. The dinosaur's really mad. Help. Please.
[Someone. Before he has to start surviving off toothpaste and soap flakes.]
[Someone got out on the wrong side of the velociraptor-susceptible bed this morning. Shirtless and rumpled and bleeding all over the toilet cistern he's sitting on, Luke's having the worst sleepover ever.
But there is a moment of peace in which to make this whispered video, and so he tacks on a maudlin revelation.]
America's stuff's disappeared. That means he's really gone, doesn't it?
[He knows it does. Doesn't stop him hoping someone will tell him otherwise.
Something heavy slams into the bathroom door, and Luke jerks back, staring for one, two tense seconds as he waits to recreate the worst scene in Jurassic Park. Outside, that shit-stirring little reptile is hissing and screeching like the smug bastard he is. He knows what he does.]
But the dinosaur's free. And mad. The dinosaur's really mad. Help. Please.
[Someone. Before he has to start surviving off toothpaste and soap flakes.]
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[For all his tech nerdery, his explanations sound like a fifty-five year old investment banker trying to explain memes he's four years late to discover.
Feeling helpful, he leans way too far into Daryl's personal space so he can point out the salient bits underneath the throbbing, glitzy beards.]
See, that's the lava, and there's Mister Crowley's maggots... See, look, all the spiders under the blood? I think that bit's a mandible. And see, that's the cannon 'Merica's holding, and that's a vendor, y'know, outside? Selling stuff. And America's on fire. You can kinda see it when the fire engine rotates.
[And then he heaves a sigh, like the dreamy, romantic sap he is.] He looks amazing, don't he?
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...What the fuck. Happened there...?]
What the hell-- [And then he gives Luke the side-eye to end all side-eyes.] He looks like he's on fire.
[Which... As long as it's not one of Wonderlands fantastic EVERYONE IS HUMAN events, he can get over.
He nods at one of the pictures, the one with the spiders and mandibles...]
All that crap still in there? Somethin' to keep 'em busy...
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[Which wasn't as sexy and badass in practice as it sounded.
He tries to zoom in on some of the horrors, which does nothing but make the picture a pixelly mess of black and red stuff.]
Dunno if they'd still be there. I think they're parts of Mister Crowley? I met a guy like that once. Just a pile of bloody worms walking around in the shape of a man. Kinda weird.
[Man, maybe going looking for this room isn't the wisest decision, if they're gonna be wading into that crap. Doesn't stop Luke from tugging on doors, as dictated by his logical, mathematical formula, and not, as it might appear, through blind hope and random chance.]
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[Daryl'd seen that maw for himself when they'd been down by the beach looking for that truck.
What a damn mess. Poor kid... Maybe it's getting better now that he's back home.
Hm. Nope, not goin' there.]
...Y'all got some strange space shit goin' on back there.
[Hey, at least he's got some idea where the damn place is. Daryl's flying blind. Or semi-blind, he'll give Luke some credit.]
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Ankara wasn't from space. He was from another dimension. Like you and me.
[The doors still yield nothing, but now he's starting to get that tingle on the back of his neck that follows some fucked up state of physics.]
Are we gonna have to drag the dinosaurs all the way down here?
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He's over it, though, because the dinosaur situation is more immediately pressing than anything else.]
Could probably get a cart big enough outta one of the closets... Gonna be a pain in the ass movin' 'em but I ain't seein' a better option.
[Of course, this is assuming they even find the place...]
You sure we're goin' the right way? This hallway don't look no different from the others.