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longestnight2024-06-22 05:43 pm
fromfryingpantofire) wrote in longestnight2024-06-22 05:43 pm
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We got 99 problems (but Chaval aint one) -- Post-Quebec
[Sam had literally only just gotten back to the Pole when more things happened. Which is why, when the comm comes up, there's a large red-tailed hawk on the back of the chair behind him. The hawk turns her head, rearranging Sam's hair slightly.]
[Those that have met Eileen will probably know that it's a nervous gesture.]
I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Miguel beat me at rock, paper, scissors.
[And, really, it was probably going to be one of them that brought it.]
Dan, Miguel, and I went on a mission to Quebec. Chasing rumors of a demonic horse that was kidnapping kids. Supposedly to eat them, but it never got that far.
It's dealt with, now, but not before leaving a disturbing message.
[The comm switches over to a video, obviously taken of the creature's last moments, though he does cut off the end where it melts away.]
I also got Dan to translate, to the best of what I could pronounce, of what it had said before I thought to record it.
[The hawk's preening gets a little more aggressive for a moment as Sam starts flipping through the pages of his ever present notebook and starts reading.]
"You all should run. I'm the nicest thing that crossed through the cracks. They're coming." [A pause, glancing over the next bit.] "Too many cracks. Everything falling apart. Universes like...big ships on the ocean...crash together. Kuk enlists what comes over. He's recruiting the smartest ones. Smarter than me."
[Another pause, then a light bat at the hawk as she catches his ear. Which turns into petting her chest feathers for a moment before continuing.]
This last bit was in the recording, but I'll repeat Dan's translation for those of us who, like me, aren't Francophones. "Those coming through. You've already fought them in the Wilderlands. It's possible they'll remember you. Memory...funny thing, that. And they're not the only ones crossing."
[He sits back, picking up a pen to toy with it.]
We knew a bit of this. I think, though, that we didn't know the scope of it before now. I know some of you were in the Wilderlands. What sorts of things did you have to deal with?
[Those that have met Eileen will probably know that it's a nervous gesture.]
I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Miguel beat me at rock, paper, scissors.
[And, really, it was probably going to be one of them that brought it.]
Dan, Miguel, and I went on a mission to Quebec. Chasing rumors of a demonic horse that was kidnapping kids. Supposedly to eat them, but it never got that far.
It's dealt with, now, but not before leaving a disturbing message.
[The comm switches over to a video, obviously taken of the creature's last moments, though he does cut off the end where it melts away.]
I also got Dan to translate, to the best of what I could pronounce, of what it had said before I thought to record it.
[The hawk's preening gets a little more aggressive for a moment as Sam starts flipping through the pages of his ever present notebook and starts reading.]
"You all should run. I'm the nicest thing that crossed through the cracks. They're coming." [A pause, glancing over the next bit.] "Too many cracks. Everything falling apart. Universes like...big ships on the ocean...crash together. Kuk enlists what comes over. He's recruiting the smartest ones. Smarter than me."
[Another pause, then a light bat at the hawk as she catches his ear. Which turns into petting her chest feathers for a moment before continuing.]
This last bit was in the recording, but I'll repeat Dan's translation for those of us who, like me, aren't Francophones. "Those coming through. You've already fought them in the Wilderlands. It's possible they'll remember you. Memory...funny thing, that. And they're not the only ones crossing."
[He sits back, picking up a pen to toy with it.]
We knew a bit of this. I think, though, that we didn't know the scope of it before now. I know some of you were in the Wilderlands. What sorts of things did you have to deal with?
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[Dan clocks that there's some Not Totally Normal and Okay going on, and it makes him eager to see Siffrin in person, away from the semi-public forum of the network.]
Pleasure. Meet me there in five minutes.
[He hits his vape, gathers Virginia in his jacket and heads for the infirmary, where he's been spending a good amount of time trying to keep these scared Canadian Francophone kids' spirits afloat. Thankfully, the Pole is the right place for that. Warm beds, cocoa, toys and medical care do wonders for lifting the mood. Most of the kids are asleep when he gets there, their legs and ankles in splints from where the evil horse disabled them.]
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Did whatever did this have beef with child legs or what?
[They keep their voice low despite the snark, wary of waking anyone up.]
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He holds out his hand to shake Siffrin's.] One of them's probably about to wake up in the far bed. Saw him starting to wiggle around. Want to say hi?
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At the offered hand, Siffrin pauses. Stares at it for just a second or two too long. Then, quick but still tentative, like he's half afraid the offer will be rescinded, he grabs it for a quick shake.
(His own hands are still gloved. He suddenly kinda wishes they weren't, but it'd probably be weird to just take them off now.)]
I don't know how much a "hi" will be worth if I don't speak the language, but I can wave?