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[theguideless]

[ok look his life is just going to be him smacking the wrong buttons if he keeps abandoning this thing for days/weeks at a time — this is really his own fault.

so here you go, a worm's eye of Martin seated in a hallway, a little damp from all the rain, but looking a great deal less like walking death. a nice change. the odds of him spinning out into melodramatic self-pity parties are shockingly low.

he's doing his very best to stick to his word and not exchange words, but he's somehow convinced himself that doesn't cover reading or listening to the people he's acquainted with...hence finally turning this darn thing on.

and stupidly turning on video feed.

he's staring at it dumbly for a little while, starting to squint and wonder why nothing's showing up. you can count the second the lightbulb clicks. his face reddens and his mouth sucks into an unspoken OH. he bristles, quickly snapping the computer shut. END FEED.


responses will be icly delayed about an hour/two hours RESISTING THE SIREN SONG TO COMMUNICATE.]

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[hornedomen]

[While he was looking for footprints, he noticed he left the last door unturned. He turned around and found Martin sitting in the corner.]

Oh, there you are! You were harder to find than I thought you’d be.

[theguideless]

[he blinks.

twice.



that's it?]

Oh, uh...sorry...I think...

[hornedomen]

Why? That was good! But your shoes are a little noisy; I could hear where you went.

Are you done? Did you want to count this time?

[He noticed the glass in Martin’s hand. It looked dirty.]

[theguideless]

[Martin fails to notice the noticing, more focused on the problem of the game at-hand. he squints.]

When...is it over? I, I mean. How it's won...

[hornedomen]

There’s not really a winner when it’s just us two. If there were more, then the winner is the one that’s found last. Do you understand?

[theguideless]

Oh.

[he stares blankly for a minute. processing... . .]

So...it's just...finding the person? That's all?

[hornedomen]

And hiding in the best spot. It’s a game where you have to think about what the other person thinks, where they’ll look or where they’ll hide. I think both parts are fun.

Did you have fun? I guess it’s better if we had more friends playing with us.

[theguideless]

[what is fun even. Martin is still puzzling over this.

he squints.]

Isn't this just...a training exercise?

[hornedomen]

[Martin that face was ridiculous and it made Ico laugh.]

It’s only a game. Maybe it’s like tracking, but it doesn’t compare to hunting. It’s too simple and humans are different from animals.