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[summerdoor]

[Something Willis does not enjoy: Snow storms. No, really. They are cold and wet and only okay during more festive times.

Something Willis does enjoy? Snow stopping in time to make it to the observation deck. He's almost in a good mood when he finally steps inside.

... And then he sees the message. He shifts uncomfortably, fighting back a wave of paranoia as the message sinks in. Did someone in this room somehow doom everyone to staying in this city? Did he do something without realizing it? Or does it just mean nothing at all, and someone will pop out with streamers and happy news and --

And maybe he's over thinking it. That's what he'd prefer, anyway. He straightens up his posture, casually folding his hands behind his head in an attempt to act indifferent.]

It just never stops, huh.

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[tactilekonesis]

[Kon's been on the observation deck for a while. The message doesn't make him any happier, but he can't help smiling slightly when he notices Willis.]

I wish! If it's not one thing, it's something else equally crazy.

[summerdoor]

[He shrugs and sighs as he shoves his hands into his pockets and rocks back on his heels. Yep, he definitely can't get over that nervousness.]

Do you think whoever put up the message even considered the fact that they're most likely the problem?

[tactilekonesis]

Probably not. [He shakes his head.] It's really weird too. I mean, what's the point in asking someone, 'what have you done?' It sounds like a threat, not a way to get people to confess the truth.

[summerdoor]

Yeah, definitely. It's not like there's anything to confess. [Except the next words are out of his mouth before he even realizes what he's saying -] I sort of broke technology all over the world once, made my best friends do my chores for me, and - alright, maybe I never fixed that whole technology-breaking thing.

[There's a pause before he rubs his forehead, frustrated. He definitely did not plan that.]

But none of that has anything to do with this, so don't worry about it.

[tactilekonesis]

[Again with the confessions? Kon's not sure quite what that means...]

Okay.

... Do you still want to talk about it? I don't know about you, but I'm almost as bad when it comes to technology. [Not really. He's trying to reassure the kid.] I mean, I once broke my grandmother's tractor just by turning it on.

[summerdoor]

[Quickly:] No. No, I don't.

[He shivers, rubbing his arms to keep warm but not thinking anything of it.]

It happened years ago, anyway. [A pause.] How do you break something just by turning it on?

[tactilekonesis]

[Kon raises an eyebrow, but he's okay with keeping the conversation focused on himself if it makes Willis feel better.]

Just because it happened years ago doesn't mean it's not a big deal. [He laughs softly, just thinking about the tractor.] If you've got super-strength? It's pretty easy if you're not careful.

[summerdoor]

It really isn't a big deal.

[His tone is harsher now, and he shivers again, rocking back and forth on his heels in an attempt to keep moving to stay warm.]

... You have super-strength?

[tactilekonesis]

The more you say that, the more I think it is.

[He shrugs.] Yeah. I was born with it.

[fireflyheir]

[there's worry somewhere behind this grin, but shhh.] It definitely sounds that way!

[summerdoor]

[Willis isn't picking up on the worry. ... This is only adding to his uneasiness.]

You almost look excited.

[fireflyheir]

Haha… really? [John drops the grin, scratching his chin.] I'm not that excited, really. It's just… [he shrugs.] I don't know. I definitely think we could use a break, though.

[summerdoor]

You can say that again. Actually, forget the break, I vote a permanent vacation.

[fireflyheir]

Movement seconded, any objections? [cupping one hand to his ear]

[summerdoor]

[A long, slow whistle before -]

Sounds like none at all. Guess we're taking that vacation. Maybe to a nice beach, could be fun.

[fireflyheir]

[serious nodding] The beach sounds pretty awesome right now. And definitely better than all this.

[moveslikestrider]

[He has his hands at his sides, staring up at the message. Dave has been mulling it over and hey paranoid boys can stick to together. He snorts, at the comment.] Are you kidding? That would be the pedo creepers in charge of dishing out horror are fired. Can't have that shit. No, they need to wring out every little thing they can. Getting their kicks on all of us running around in confusion.

[summerdoor]

[... Okay, that gets a laugh out of him.]

Maybe we should just work on not giving them such a good show. Best case scenario, they get bored and leave us alone. ... Worst case scenario - actually, let's not think worst case scenario. I'd like to pretend things can't keep going downhill.

[moveslikestrider]

[He looks over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised above his shades.] Consider me on pretending shit will level off. As far as shows go this one is pretty boring. We're just standing around. Unless they're looking for night of the living dead or something, this is like watching paint dry.

[summerdoor]

We already had zombies. I'm hoping they've had enough of the cliche "living dead" scenario.

But, now that you mention it, this is uncharacteristically boring. ... That's probably the worst sign.

[moveslikestrider]

...seriously? It was like Thriller in here? Man, I'm really glad I missed that.

There it is, the deceptive lining. Whatever it is they're planning we're all stuck here. In one spot. Seems a little fishy doesn't it?

[summerdoor]

Worse than Thriller. There wasn't even any dancing.

Getting stuck here in one spot has always been the worst of worst signs. "Fishy" is probably an understatement, unfortunately.

[moveslikestrider]

Rude. They broke the laws of memes and sudden break dancing.

[Fishy is an understatement. He pauses.] So far we have we are way too chill, dubious words on the wall, and a fire. Shit I think we're in the set of The Thing.