audio | 001 | day 34

[retrograding]

[ Jet may not be fantastic with electronic things, but he knows enough about them to not freak out when the thing talks to him. His voice is quiet and vaguely amused. ] I'll try to, Miss, though I'd appreciate it more if I could get some coordinates.

... No? Alright, that's shiny. [ Snort. He'll just do some exploring on his own, then! ]

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[private][audio]

[tooghoulforschool]

[He knows that voice. He knows. No one else it could be, but it can't be, but it is.]

Where you at, Spaceman? Where are you?

[private][audio]

[retrograding]

[ That's - oh. Well, there's evidence for his first theory. ] Fun Ghoul? [ A beat. ] Well, I can see the ocean, so there is where I was heading, but there's a fountain close enough that I can touch it.

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[tooghoulforschool]

Don't move. Don't you fuckin' move, y'hear me?! Stay put. I'm comin'.

[Already on the move. Already headed right for him. Just give him a few minutes. Not long at all. The fountain, he's there, and Jet's there and that's all... it's Jet. But it's just Jet.

Ghoul clenches his jaw tight and moves in. Better than nothing. Better than dead.]

[ACTION]

[retrograding]

[ He's not moving! He'll stay right here, and the longer that he waits, the more worried he gets. Ghoul has that tone of voice that he gets when he's stressed. When he sees Ghoul, he smiles a little, hands in his jacket and hair pulled back in a lame sort of ponytail. Gotta get it out of his face while he's exploring, after all. ]

Ohayo, little monster. [ He says mildly. Cautiously, if you know him, and Ghoul does. ]

video;

[magnets]

Hey. Man. This place? Is seriously crazy. Get out while ya can.

video;

[retrograding]

[ A beat, and then another, and then: ] Well, sure, but I don't have the pieces for a ship, rocket or otherwise.

video;

[magnets]

[ Jesse frowns, like he's a little disappointed he doesn't have the makings for a rocket ship either. They could'a done it. ]

What about, like, a dune buggy? There's gotta be cars around here, right? We could totally just dune buggy it through the woods, man.

[retrograding]

[ You and Jet both, Jesse. ] I haven't even seen cars. Is it possible to escape the afterlife with a dune buggy?

[ Audio - Private ]

[goodluckkobra]

[ Aw, motherfuck! Now they've cloned Jet, too. Fucking.... fucking fuck! Kobra's holed up in the church. He's got everything he could find that could double as a weapon and he's ready. Fuck is he ready to roll. He knows they're just waiting to attack now. ]

What's your aim with this?

[ Audio - Private ]

[retrograding]

[ ... ] Aim?

... Kobra Kid?

[ Audio - Private ]

[goodluckkobra]

Yeah and who the fuck are you? Don't you dare say Jet or I'll break your fingers one by one with my bare fuckin' hands.

[ Audio - Private ]

[retrograding]

[ Well, that's a dilemma. ] Hm. I'd tell you, but I like my fingers unbroken. Will you give me a chance to prove it, or are we going in guns-a-blazing, as usual?

[video]

[hung_garian]

East of the sun, west of the moon. Bout as specific as I reckon we're gonna get.

[video]

[retrograding]

Are there stars, here? [ o: ]

Re: [video]

[hung_garian]

Why wouldn't there be?

[retrograding]

You never know. The afterlife is an odd place, I'd imagine.

[super accidental audio]

[facilitated]

God, there's a lot of us here...

[intentional audio!]

[retrograding]

Are there? Do we have a headcount?

[audio]

[facilitated]

[ Woah shit, was that a response? She needs to get used to this thing stuck on we wrist it seems, because leaning with her arms folded has actually switched her feed on. Whoops. ]

Oh, uh- I don't know? Maybe? Ask a veteran, I just got dropped in too.

[ video ]

[gleans]

[ He's kind of flopped on a table, leaning his chin on one hand. Sleepy as balls behind these glasses. ]

North of normal, south of sane. A little west of weird.

[ video ]

[retrograding]

[ ... Whoah. ] Sounds like home. [ Is it... it can't be, he looks so similar but Jet knows his boys like the back of his hand, and whoever this is, it's not Party Poison. There's none of that frenetic energy in him. ]

Is lack of sleep a common ailment in this place? I'm not looking forward to it, if it is.

[gleans]

It can be. I think the ailment is more the lack of decent coffee. [ A wry little grin. ] Um. Have you gotten the rundown?

LATER, BACK AT THE RANCH (for partyface)

[retrograding]

[ Fun Ghoul says that he has things he needs to take care of, but he shows Jet the house they're camping out at. Jet settles in nicely enough, takes a look around the nest. Food, water, necessary medical supplies (because he knows that he'll need them eventually), the place seems to be okay. And maybe he keeps hearing things, quiet voices, but when he turns around to look, there's nobody there.

It's odd, but Jet's a little used to being crazy, honestly. The leftover radiation does nothing fantastic for his brain, he's sure. He ends up settling down on the couch, just... taking things in, absorbing.

He's not dead. His boys are not dead, and his Girl is with Show Pony and Death Defying. She'll be okay. This... this is good. ]

[gloryisbullshit]

[The only voices Party hears when he wakes are (fortunately? unfortunately?) very, very real. But he lays in bed for a long time still, continuing to listen, waiting in case someone is watching.

[It's not Jet, why would it be Jet? It would only be Jet if they were watching. Party's arms itch badly, like the back of his neck, but for a long time he doesn't dare move to scratch. They're watching. It's a trap! A trap.

[But he's not very patient prey at all. Party Poison can only wait so long before bolting out of bed and creeping down the corridor for a look at what's happening. And it's Jet! Why would it be Jet?! For another long while (shorter than the last, but the second stretch into hours), Party just stares, glaring around the corner, stomach flipping and arms and neck itching terribly.

[He drops into a crouch (harder to see!) and whistles the first part of a tune. You should know the rest, Jet Star.]

[retrograding]

[ At first, Jet thinks the whistle is another one of those weird things he keeps hearing, and he wonders if that's, you know, going to stop any time soon. He'd like for it to, because it's vaguely annoying, but he's alive, he supposes. At least he can hear things at all. But it registers that maybe it's not just him imagining things, because he sees a flash of red around the corner.

What harm could it do? He whistles the rest, watching the corner where he'd seen the red with a calm expression, settled into the couch. Of course, his guard's not down - it never is - but he looks relaxed, anyway. ]