¡peligro! x 001 x audio/video

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[The audio feed is a mess of scuffling and cursing. That's the sound of the fountain, there's the sound of your broadcaster stumbling and hitting the ground (with a squeak, so enjoy that), and--ah--

[Here's the video. It's hard to see him immediately; his fingers scraping and scrambling over the screen do a pretty good job of hiding his face--and his expression, crunched tight in panic and confusion and anger--] No. No, no! get off! Fuckers, you sh-shitsucking bastards, you don't get me. You don't get me, I fucking swear, I will zap every last one of you cumstains-- [Where does it break it has to be breakable everything breaks how do you get this thing off?!

[What did you want him to notice it's on? Maybe later. Excuse him as he bites at the wristband of the communicator.]

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[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[A skittery look back at the water, and he abruptly lets her go, hands up, retreating one, two, three steps.] S'your lungs on collateral, then.

Where's a fella get a car?

[onteamdyson]

[Finally. She rubs her right wrist with her left hand, briefly holding her forearm before tugging her sleeve down more securely.]

I'll keep that in mind. Haven't seen any cars. No boats, either. No way out, no way in, no leads. I'm still torn between aliens and zombie apocalypse, but if you have any non-sci-fi related suggestions, I'm all ears. Also, a name would be kind of awesome. Unless you want me to start calling you Fluffy the second. Cupcake works, we could stick with that, too.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[His posture and his glare are still sharp, but his mouth curls up a little at "Cupcake".] The second?

[onteamdyson]

You're not the first paranoid, crazy person to not want to give out a name. I call the other one Fluffy. Not really seeing the advantage in keeping secrets around here. We all want out and someone's watching our every move. Seems ridiculously pointless to me.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[The cogs in his head turn visibly.] ...Party Poison.

[onteamdyson]

[And then everything fucking clicked.]

... Holy shit.

[Ha. HAHAHA! ... No fucking way. Somehow, that makes him even scarier. That is one shaky smile on her face as she takes a step back. Testing out a theory here.]

And when you swore you'd zap people, that would be... with a laser gun?

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

Nah, with my fuzzy socks, cupcake. Whattayou think?

[onteamdyson]

Pretty sure I'm bffs with your brother. We have a secret handshake.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[Oh. The smugness drips out of him.] ...No, you're not.

[onteamdyson]

[Yep. That's what she was afraid of. This would be her cue to leave.]

Whatever you say, dude. His house is right there, [She points to the house not far from the fountain as she backs away.] You should probs talk to him about that. There's food in the diner and I'm in the house closest to the lighthouse if you need me. Just... if you try to sneak in to murder my face? Watch out for my roomies. They got moves.

That house. Not a trick. He really missed you. Later!

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

He doesn't--! [A house? Who even lives in houses?! Party's breath picks up, little chesty heaves of air as he considers the strange (scary) implications of his not knowing where his family's been--

[Ah, but he has to have a snappy comeback!] Whatever! [ZING.] You can tell your roomies my name! They can watch themselves!