halfbrokenwings | 013[open-video-journal /commentlog]Right after getting back-

[The bard is a little breathless when she comes onto the journal. She's had one of the frights of her life, appearing back where her and Tumnus had walked into the dark. She can't see very well still, her eyes not being used to the light or seeing at all. She's having to squint and shield them to make out shapes.

It hurts so bad, being able to see again, tears are running down her face.]

Is-Is everyone b-back?! Sollux? Is it ov-er?

[Though, she is not one to pray very often, there is a silent prayer on her lips that begs that it is.

She has to wait until her eyes adjust somewhat to the light to move at all from where she's at. When Isabella does move, it's as quick as she can manage without breaking something.

Weak from the lack of water and food she's still taking the stairs, two at a time. The bard is headed to her room to kill two birds with one stone. The stall with the water falling- as cold as it is, will both be welcome relief from the filth of the torturous stay in the dark room- and she could drink it as well. She's hungry, but that could wait, the thirst and that dirty feeling was stronger for the moment.

She'll emerge after a shower, and clean clothes to search for the people she knows, specifically one she went in after.]

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[She never noticed, Sollux.]

I don't think I can contain myself much longer, in truth.

I'm afraid my stomach is attempting to meet my spine-

[She takes the help offered her and stands. ]

join me?

[Food first. Horrible booby-trapped gifts, after?]

The barrack's kitchen is closer...but I don't know what's all in it.

*He starts for the stairs, anyway, cause they'll need them (or the lift) for either destination. He hasn't let go of her hand, and may be holding on to it somewhat tightly.*

[She hasn't let go of his either and squeezes back. His hand is her anchor to the present world, without it she would have a hard time keeping herself together.]

I wouldn't care much if it was pan drippings and stale bread-

[The smile that flashes is a few degrees toward 'wry'.]

As long as it goes in and stays there, I'll be good for it. Lets see what the kitchen here has!

I felt pretty much the same way.

*He snickers a bit.*

There's got to be something there, we can clean it out and then move on to the real kitchen.

It shall taste like a feast of kings, I am sure of it!

[If it was stale bread and moldy cheese, she'd tuck it in and ask for more.

(_{ooc: ~~~~~~~Tiiiiime skiiiiiip~~~~~~~~ So place them coming back from foodage/ sacks of STUFF?})

She points at the sack in front of her door.]

More presents?

*Food is had, and though Sollux just ate on his own he's still happy to eat with her. Not as much as last time, but much calmer also.

He kicks his bag after they get back.*

It dropped from the sky, I don't know why. Or what's in it.

*It does seem to have made a small noise when he kicked it, though.*

Isabella turns suddenly at the sound, "There's something inside."

It didn't sound quite like an animal, at least, no animal that she had ever encountered. Curiosity gets the better of her and she kneels to try and open the sack.

"What..?"

Sollux peers at the bag. There were noises coming from inside.

"Be careful."

After what happened the last few days, and this place in general, he figures no good can come out of that bag.

She shakes the bag instead of outright opening it. She's had enough surprises, really. It makes another noise- and then there comes a noise from the other bag.

Isabella squeaks and jumps back. She wasn't expecting that!

"EEK!" Where's a stick when you need one? "There's two of them!"

"!"

Sollux tenses and pushes his glasses up on his forehead. His eyes glow, just in case he needs to pew pew anything.

"...open it slowly. Lets see if it comes out."

Isabella looks up and nods. Screwing up her courage she starts undoing his sack. Nothing moves.

She's just about got it completely undone, when there's a noise from the sack and she drops it with a squeak. There's a bit of brightly colored fuzz peeking out but still no movement.

Isabella shakes herself like a bird shaking off water, "I wish I had a stick."

Who needs a stick when you have a friend who can move things with his mind? Sollux uses his psionics to yank the fuzzy thing out of the sack.
It babbles something not even the earworm can translate. And the other sack responds!

"What...what the fuck?"

That is the best!

Isabella takes a step back as the fuzzy-whats-it comes out of the sack. She doesn't say it, but Sollux eloquently put into words exactly how she's feeling at this point. The other one that they can't see yet, starts speaking and she moves towards it, but not ready to open it.

"-the Heavens is that?!" That's some wild and bright fur there. "How-what? Are they animals?"

"It looks like...I don't know. Some sort of fuzzy imp or something. You think there's another one in the other bag?" If so...and there were a lot of bags... "There are a ton of those things out there. Fuck."

Because its the keep so they're probably dangerous.

013[open-video-journal /commentlog]Right after getting back-

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;_; sorry I was so slow D:

s'ok!

:3

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