Hitori Kakurenbo

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[This is the only thing the Network will allow you to access on the 29th.

Characters who are participating in the game may make new threads. Characters who are not participating may only reply to threads, not make new ones. There are no filters present. The cell phones the participating characters have are capable of voice, video, and text communication.

The cell phones have a disturbing tendency to film things on their own, from a character talking to themselves while hiding to a character's messy death.]

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[knightime]

[He lets out a breathy chuckle. Sure, he could hide somewhere until he dies, but that just seems sad at this point.]

I don't think it'll matter. Pretty sure it just wanted me to die slowly. Showed me a few stabs then left me. Isn't that fucked up?

[champagnedelis]

Stabbed? That's... yes, a bit.

[Expected much worse and doesn't realize he's been skinned.

Continues in as much of a comforting tone as she can manage while crammed under a bed.]

At least... if this is another device of the Tower... the chances of you waking up in one piece are high. I suppose you could try to treat it as if you're going to sleep, um... What's your name?

[knightime]

[You can hear the smile in his voice. Despite the fact he's dying, there's something nice about talking to someone instead of dying alone.] I'd give you the nice, grueling details of what else it did before it stabbed me a few times, but it's pretty graphic. I'm...glad my video didn't turn on. Unless skinning little kids is your idea of a fun time.

Yeah. I heard about that. I'll wake up and it was like a shitty nightmare, except it wasn't.

[A slow pause as he tries to make heads or tails of what she asked. It's starting to get difficult to make out words fully.] Dave Strider.

[champagnedelis]

[Suddenly feels very, very sick at the thought.] No, no it isn't. That's... horrible.

Despite the... unfortunate... circumstances... Pleased to meet you, Dave. I'm Francisca.

I... can't offer much comfort but... I could sing you a lullaby, perhaps? It might help you................................. sleep.

[knightime]

Never said this place wasn't a shithole. Looks like it needs to reassert itself as a terrible place.

Nice ta meet you. I guess. As far as meeting goes. Hopefully next time we meet, I'll be in better health. Hah.

That...doesn't sound too bad though. I guess I'd like that actually. ...Thanks.

[champagnedelis]

When you wake up I... I'll make you something nice too eat. [She can cook, yes, she can focus on that. Something delicious to at least warm the belly of this poor child when he's... back.

Shaking her head, she swallows hard.]

I only remember French lullabies, sorry.

[In a low, shaky voice, sings softly in a tune that's really meant for little kids being put to bed in a nice warm room with lights and stuffed animals, rather than in the middle of a black, terrifying complex where demonic stuffed animals are killing them.

It's not much, and part of her worries a bear might hear her and find her, but she's focused on making sure Dave can die in some amount of peace at least.]

Oh no. This CR is so cute.

[knightime]

Home cooked meals? Shit, you're spoiling me already, and we've just met. [The chuckle sounds more pained then anything, but it's only because he's pretty sure he's not getting enough air into his lungs anymore. Breathing is becoming harder. Or maybe its that breathing isn't making it any better when you're lying in a pool of your own blood.]

Thanks. Don't let my fuck up get you into trouble...We still got a couple of hours to go. I want to know that someone gets through this fucking ridiculous game in one piece.

She will mother the fuck out of him. ouo

[champagnedelis]

[Laughs a bit, free hand darting up to grip the bed support beam tightly to keep a rein on her emotions, stopping only when it creaks slightly.]

No offence but I think you might be a bit young for me. Try again in a few years.

[Finishes the song and nods, even though he can't see it.] I've survived- well, not worse, but fairly bad times. [She's probably mad for calling WW2 'fairly bad] I'll make it through, and then when you're awake we have a kitchen date, d'accord?

Omg yes /wants this CR forever

[knightime]

[He doesn't laugh, laughing hurts. But his voice sounds a little lighter.]

I'll make a note to myself about it.

Wouldn't want to miss it. Don't worry, I'll be there. I might be a little late. I kinda have to stick to the fashionably late rule. But maybe I'll be early, since I'd hate to make you wait for my skinny ass.

So friggin CUTE TAT

[champagnedelis]

If I have to wait on your 'skinny ass' I'll just have to fatten it up to give you a proper excuse for being late. [Smiles, voice teasing while her eyes feel uncomfortably hot.]

presh bahbbies

[knightime]

Shit. I guess I'll be fashionably early.

[He lets out a breath.] Mind if you sing something again? I mean, I guess I'm being pretty spoiled already, but it's kind of cold and I'm really fucking tired. [It isn't cold. he just can feel anything anymore.] That cool...?

/cuddles them close TAT

[champagnedelis]

If you want to keep fitting in your trousers, ouai.

[Murmurs:] Of course I don't mind.

Hmm.. which one though...

[Thinks on what she sang for Canada and America before deciding on 'La petite poule grise', fingers lightly drumming out the beat of the song on the floor.]

[knightime]

[By the time she finishes, there won't be a response on the other side of the line. No peaceful breathing. Just the eerie silence and whatever sounds coming from the unit he was in.]

[champagnedelis]

[Whispers:]

Bonne nuit, cher Dave.

[Hangs up and has a moment to bite her hand to stifle her crying.]