oo3 » voice. forward dated to sunday morning.

[notbeth]

[ Oh look, another person is fumbling with the tablet today. There's a short capture of the grey sky and a glimpse of bright red hair before a "clunk!" sound can be heard and a panicky-- ] Oh no! Did I brea-- [ The video stops there.

Several minutes later, the audio comes on. Whether it's by mistake or choice, who knows. You can still hear the rain coming down heavily and then a young girl's voice speaks up. The same one who was panicking not too long ago. ]

Hello? Is there anyone who can hear this? Hello? I'm-- [ her voice is almost hard to make out in the rain, so she talks louder: ] I don't know how I got up here and I'm stuck! Somebody on the street told me they were gonna come, but it's been forever and it's cold and raining and-- [ She sounds cold, tired and scared. ]

Can somebody come and get me down from the roof? [ A beat. ] Please?


[ ooc: max will be retrieving her! otherwise all network replies will be icly delayed by an hour or so. ]

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[notbeth]

It's still a kidnapping. We have rights, you know.

[motherofnemesis]

[ rights is a weird concept to her okay ] Yes, I guess, but they've become a little irrelevant.

[notbeth]

What do you do? [ She squints. ]

[motherofnemesis]

Here? Wait, mostly. [ Hands still easy and open at her sides, a safe distance back. ] There's not a lot else to do.

[notbeth]

There aren't people coming to rescue us?

[motherofnemesis]

[ Hesitation. ] No. No, it's just us.

[notbeth]

I...

I don't feel well.

[ There aren't any other words for this. She could scream and cry all she wants now, but is it going to change anything? ]

[motherofnemesis]

[ Well, that's understandable, she maybe should have spaced out all the bad news a little more but she's not very good at that. ]

Let's get you somewhere warmer and drier, all right?

[notbeth]

[ Kate nods silently. She can't breathe in all this rain and dark anyway. ]

Do you live near here?

[motherofnemesis]

Yeah. [ Okay, she can do this at least. ] Yes, I do. Can you walk?

[notbeth]

[ She looks to her own legs, as if expecting an answer from them. They shake due to cold and fear and of course exhaustion, but she's managed to keep herself standing so far. ]

Y-Yeah... I think so.

[motherofnemesis]

Right then. [ Holding out her hand. ] Maybe five minutes and you'll be indoors. Let's go.

[notbeth]

[ She swallows hard and then takes Max's hand tightly. ]

It's just a dream. [ She tells herself. ] Dad, come wake me up.

[motherofnemesis]

[ Sad small children what to do. Max just squeezes her hand a little, tries to give her some sense of comfort and smooth away the fear. It's coming easier the past few days, the empathy. She's not sure if it's because she's used it more regularly than she has in years or if this is the promised change, but regardless. She can use it to help, hopefully. ]

Just a couple minutes and then you can drink something warm and get dry and lie down, all right?

[notbeth]

There's no way I could try to make a phone call?

[motherofnemesis]

You can try when we get back to my room, sure, but. [ Well. ]

Don't get your hopes up. It's not going to work.