day 77: night: audio/action for samandriel

[charring]

[So, Charlie still feels off after being away for a few days. Shaken, sure. Headachy from stress. She'd stayed in her room for a bit, didn't say much and then on the evening of the 77th day, she simply left her room and went outside, settling on the steps with device in hand.

The message is private, one simple sentence for a new friend.]

Samandriel, are you busy or can I give you that tour of our lovely town?

[By lovely, she means she hates it here as the tone implies. But, new friends are new friends and she made a promise.]

Comments

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[heavensmostadorable]

Yes, I'm ready. And I will, though...I don't believe I'll need to stop. I'm not quite that weak anymore.

[He offers a pleasant look though, hinted with another bit of appreciation for her concern and consideration. She doesn't know that he's an angel, he realizes, so the offer is likely a standard one for a human in the same situation he was in earlier in the week, but he's not actually physically weak any longer. Not that he can expect her to be sure of that, of course.

Instead of elaborating or speaking on the topic any further, Samandriel casts a brief glance around, then makes a general gesture away from the house behind him.]

Lead the way. I'm certain that despite its small size, the town must still have things that make it interesting.

[You know, aside from the cameras and the general fact that they're all trapped here.]

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[charring]

There's the library. I spend an unfortunate amount of time there.

[Except Charlie doesn't find this really unfortunate. She just assumes people would find it odd that she'd rather be there than around others. As nice as she's being right now, this is not normal. She's not typically social. She doesn't think she can afford to be. It's too big a risk.

She starts walking, a careful pace. Slow enough to point out different parts of town.]

Did anyone tell you about the woods, yet?

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[heavensmostadorable]

In what way is it unfortunate?

[He tosses a curious look Charlie's way, confused as to why spending time in the library is an unfortunate thing. Reading is a way to learn, after all, isn't it? Nothing about that seems bad to him. Then again, he's not ever actually been inside a library before, so for all he knows, perhaps they're unpleasant in some way.

Regardless, she gains his attention yet more with that question about the woods though, and he finds himself wondering what it is that he might have been told about it. Shaking his head in answer, Samandriel glances toward the treeline, then back to Charlie.]

No, I've not been told anything about it. [A fleck of worry is then added to his voice.] Should I have? Is there something...odd about it?

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[charring]

I spend more time reading than socializing. It's probably not the best idea.

[She just doesn't really know how to socialize. She pushes herself to when she doesn't feel overwhelmed.]

Apparently, the woods start out okay and then get problematic the further in you go. Other than your typical forest wildlife, there's mechanical bears and other mechanical creatures. Turrets farther in and if you make it past those, tranquilizers.

So I've heard, anyway. That's not something I feel like discovering first hand just yet.

[heavensmostadorable]

...I see.

[He's not certain what to say to that, as socializing isn't really something he's done terribly much of either, outside of his family, though it's never been because he spends more time reading. But hey, at least she's socializing now?

...The news about the woods is rather disconcerting, however, and has him looking over at Charlie in shock. It's...not really what he was expecting, but is it something anyone would expect to hear of a forest?]

...I can't say I blame you. I suppose this is to keep anyone from wandering too far away from the town and escaping? It's rather horrid to hear, at the very least. Have there...been any encounters? Have any of the others being held captive here dealt with these firsthand?