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luministi2012-06-21 02:11 pm
gothelproof) wrote in luministi2012-06-21 02:11 pm
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[Audio, Video] S3-3 - Third Dream
[When Flynn's CAT cuts in, it's just the audio. Presumably the scuffle that can be heard has had something to do with the device becoming active. The sounds of a struggle go on for a few more moments before the moans of the undead increase in volume and drown out all other sound, including the curious resounding CLANG that happens whenever one of the moans gets especially near the CAT.
Finally there's a sudden break from that and a new scrambling sound.]
Would you... stop---!
[Flynn sounds more strained than he normally tries to be over the CAT. A final CLANG sounds, and the moaning drops off considerably, though it's still in the background. There's a fumbling sound and -- ah-hah! Here's Flynn with the video function on looking considerably worse for the wear.
Earlier he'd enjoyed the hot water and newly available food just like he believes anyone would, but you wouldn't know it now. He's covered in dirt, his sleeve has been ripped off, and there somehow mud smudged on his nose. Not to mention the smattering of cuts and scrapes he seems to have picked up, but so far there are no visible bites.
Still, Flynn has a white-knuckled grip on a cast iron skillet and is frequently sparing a wide-eyed, thin-lipped glance over the side of...
Yes. That's a roof. Flynn's on top of his town home. Sheer determination and the need to not be eaten can drive a man to climb almost anything.]
Is anyone else seeing...?
I mean, come on! I thought we were over the worst of it! Look at these things!
[Flynn's quickly gaining indignation to ward off any fear from earlier. He swings the CAT video to show the unfortunate town denizens down below that are still trying to find a way up without much success. The video flips back over to Flynn, who can't seem to figure out how to continue.]
I don't... is everyone okay? I was on my way to check out the mayor's house some more when these new... people... jumped me. Just between you and me, I don't think they're as friendly as the rest of us have been.
Finally there's a sudden break from that and a new scrambling sound.]
Would you... stop---!
[Flynn sounds more strained than he normally tries to be over the CAT. A final CLANG sounds, and the moaning drops off considerably, though it's still in the background. There's a fumbling sound and -- ah-hah! Here's Flynn with the video function on looking considerably worse for the wear.
Earlier he'd enjoyed the hot water and newly available food just like he believes anyone would, but you wouldn't know it now. He's covered in dirt, his sleeve has been ripped off, and there somehow mud smudged on his nose. Not to mention the smattering of cuts and scrapes he seems to have picked up, but so far there are no visible bites.
Still, Flynn has a white-knuckled grip on a cast iron skillet and is frequently sparing a wide-eyed, thin-lipped glance over the side of...
Yes. That's a roof. Flynn's on top of his town home. Sheer determination and the need to not be eaten can drive a man to climb almost anything.]
Is anyone else seeing...?
I mean, come on! I thought we were over the worst of it! Look at these things!
[Flynn's quickly gaining indignation to ward off any fear from earlier. He swings the CAT video to show the unfortunate town denizens down below that are still trying to find a way up without much success. The video flips back over to Flynn, who can't seem to figure out how to continue.]
I don't... is everyone okay? I was on my way to check out the mayor's house some more when these new... people... jumped me. Just between you and me, I don't think they're as friendly as the rest of us have been.
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There's the Red he knows and loves. Slowly turning into the usual quivering mass of jello.]
Okay, calm down already, Red. It's dead.
[He peers closer at the screen.]
I think. It's hard to tell. It's kinda... gooey.
Anyway. Why don't you wander on over to the kitchen and lock all the doors? We'll find Proctor later. I'm sure he's fine, so you just go make some kind of barricade and have a snack.
[Flynn's fairly sure Proctor is zombie bait, but there's no reason to throw that in Ichijou's face until after the danger is past and it's fair to start teasing him again.]
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It doesn't matter how angry I become, I don't think I have the capacity for violence on such a large scale. Even if I did, I couldn't- Just- Just look at this horrible mess!
But I'm so hungry...
[There's a limit to how tense his muscles can get before they need to relax a little, and it looks like he's reached it. He shakily pulls a compact mirror out of his pocket and opens it to look at his tear-streaked face.]
Do you think I could trick them?