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Action + Video - I'm off on this super fun adventure
[ARRIVAL; Action]
[It's been something of A Day for Louis. A roller coaster of some really awesome and some really horrifically terrible shit. One minute, he was standing over that absolute jackass, Abel, and the next he's stumbling out of the first floor storage room out into the corridor with some comedic arm flailing. He catches himself, then stills, glancing around the space that is definitely not Ericson's courtyard.]
Toto, we're not in Kansas any more.
[He lets out a soft laugh that's toeing a little too close to hysterical. Carefully, he slides what looks like (and turns out IS) a chair leg with nails rammed into the top from an inside pocket of his held-together-by-love-and-duct-tape trenchcoat. For the observant, there's a blood stain on the upper arm, dry, a few weeks old, but definitely there, and definitely around a recently duct-taped hole. He raises his makeshift mace as he edges to a window, peering out at the perfect, beautiful Walker-free grounds.]
Oooookay, Lou. You're having a little bit of a psychotic breakdown. That's okay, that's fine. It's been a weird day. You knew it would have probably happened eventually. It's all good. Someone'll snap you out of this any second now.
[If you're heading towards him or passing him by, congrats, you've got his attention, he'll wave at you with his free hand.]
Hi there, mental breakdown conjuration. How's it hanging? Good? Good. I'm great. Not freaking out at all.
[LATER; Video]
[Once he's been filled in on what's actually happening (but still not utterly convinced this isn't some kind of stress-induced hallucination) Louis picks himself a room. He has his first hot shower in literal years, and even trusts the (magic????) closets to give him a new set of clothes. Aside from the trenchcoat. That remains as filthy and duct-taped as always. He's not parting with that for anything.
He sets himself up in the kitchen, where he sets up his communicator with a few false starts. It's been a long-ass time since he got to play with actual electronics. He's got a veritable feast on the table around him- ranging from god-awful junk food to fancy-ass steaks. They never truly starved in the school, but when all you have to eat for nigh on eight years are variations of rabbit, fish or berries, you can't help but indulge. He'll regret it later, when his system freaks out from suddenly having too-rich nutrients again, but that is a risk he's absolutely willing to take. He grins, giving the camera a thumbs-up. He doesn't get what's happening at all, but he can't just sit still, this...this keeps him active.]
Hey there, fellow captives-slash-mental breakdown prisoners! The name's Louis and I'm brand new to this... whatever it is. AnyHOO, seen as it sounds like I'll be here for a while, I thought I'd get to know you a little better. [He raises a dirty, dog-eared pack of playing cards t the screen.] So! If any kids wanna come to the kitchen and share in my bountiful feast and have a good old game of War, you're totally welcome to. Highest card gets to ask a question to the other person, fun, right? Or, I guess, you can be boring and do it over the video instead. What'd you say?
[It's been something of A Day for Louis. A roller coaster of some really awesome and some really horrifically terrible shit. One minute, he was standing over that absolute jackass, Abel, and the next he's stumbling out of the first floor storage room out into the corridor with some comedic arm flailing. He catches himself, then stills, glancing around the space that is definitely not Ericson's courtyard.]
Toto, we're not in Kansas any more.
[He lets out a soft laugh that's toeing a little too close to hysterical. Carefully, he slides what looks like (and turns out IS) a chair leg with nails rammed into the top from an inside pocket of his held-together-by-love-and-duct-tape trenchcoat. For the observant, there's a blood stain on the upper arm, dry, a few weeks old, but definitely there, and definitely around a recently duct-taped hole. He raises his makeshift mace as he edges to a window, peering out at the perfect, beautiful Walker-free grounds.]
Oooookay, Lou. You're having a little bit of a psychotic breakdown. That's okay, that's fine. It's been a weird day. You knew it would have probably happened eventually. It's all good. Someone'll snap you out of this any second now.
[If you're heading towards him or passing him by, congrats, you've got his attention, he'll wave at you with his free hand.]
Hi there, mental breakdown conjuration. How's it hanging? Good? Good. I'm great. Not freaking out at all.
[LATER; Video]
[Once he's been filled in on what's actually happening (but still not utterly convinced this isn't some kind of stress-induced hallucination) Louis picks himself a room. He has his first hot shower in literal years, and even trusts the (magic????) closets to give him a new set of clothes. Aside from the trenchcoat. That remains as filthy and duct-taped as always. He's not parting with that for anything.
He sets himself up in the kitchen, where he sets up his communicator with a few false starts. It's been a long-ass time since he got to play with actual electronics. He's got a veritable feast on the table around him- ranging from god-awful junk food to fancy-ass steaks. They never truly starved in the school, but when all you have to eat for nigh on eight years are variations of rabbit, fish or berries, you can't help but indulge. He'll regret it later, when his system freaks out from suddenly having too-rich nutrients again, but that is a risk he's absolutely willing to take. He grins, giving the camera a thumbs-up. He doesn't get what's happening at all, but he can't just sit still, this...this keeps him active.]
Hey there, fellow captives-slash-mental breakdown prisoners! The name's Louis and I'm brand new to this... whatever it is. AnyHOO, seen as it sounds like I'll be here for a while, I thought I'd get to know you a little better. [He raises a dirty, dog-eared pack of playing cards t the screen.] So! If any kids wanna come to the kitchen and share in my bountiful feast and have a good old game of War, you're totally welcome to. Highest card gets to ask a question to the other person, fun, right? Or, I guess, you can be boring and do it over the video instead. What'd you say?
So, how are we gonna do this? RNG?
[He smirks as he slides his deck closer to him.] Buuuut you're not gonna hear more about that until you get a high card. So I guess you'll have to agonize over that little adventure for a while.
[Like Kokichi's gonna draw the high card first. His hand's already hovering over his deck.] Ready?
heck yes RNG it up
[He flips his card over to reveal a seven of diamonds, and he looks pretty smug about it.]
Not a bad draw, if I do say so myself.
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It's a three of spades.]
... Uh. Remind me again, are spades higher than diamonds?
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[Yes. The best at a game of sheer luck. Louis grins, leaning forward.]
Now, I gotta hear about that chess game. Was it actual chess pieces, or like, a giant people-shaped chess game?
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But yes, the chess game.]
Giant people shaped chess game. Long story.
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You know, I can't help but feel cheated out of a really good story here, buuuut you answered my question, so-
[He turns his next card over, revealing a 4 of hearts.]
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Oh! And he got a 6 of Hearts!]
Ha! My turn!
[He smirks at the pretty guy and his weird taped up coat... Hm.]
Alright, new guy, what's with the tape on the coat?
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Hard to get needle and thread in the undead apocalypse, Man. You gotta patch clothes up with what you can get your hands on. Duct tape works pretty well.
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... Okay, one good thing about Wonderland is that you can get literally anything from the closets. Even sewing supplies. So you got lucky.
By the way, we also get zombie events sometimes, so you're not out of the woods yet!
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[But he probably won't.]
Yeah, I got a couple people from home who told me the same thing. It's still a step up from living in it constantly.
[He flips another card, revealing a nine of diamonds. ]
Sweet.
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[Kokichi only has a 5 of clubs. He makes a face at it.]
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[He wins! He's the winner.]
So. How long have you been here?
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[It was close to Halloween when he first arrived, and now it's getting close to Halloween again. Hm. Maybe he can start looking forward to Christmas nonsense?]
What about you?
[KOKICHI.]
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[Kokichi, please. Louis arches one eyebrow, amused.]
Like... five hours? And technically, that's a question, but it's an obvious one so I'm gonna be really nice and let it slide.
[He flips another card, a 2 of diamonds.]
Well, that's a sucky hand.
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[Heh, smirk. Managed to get away with it...
Oh! He got... A queen of hearts.]
... Yay.
[Kokichi, why are you triggered by a dumb card? It's not gonna wiggle its ears and turn you into an apple or something.]
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Good for you, you beat-
[Oh, that's not a good expression. Louis' brow furrows, as he cants his head, genuine concern crossing his features.]
Uh. You okay, dude?
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[LOOK HE SMILING NOW EVERYTHING IS GOOD. Moving on.]
So! You said you had folks from your world here? How many are we talking here?
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Two! Michonne and Clementine, though I haven't met Michonne, back home. She runs with a different group. Clem's in the same as mine, though, so lucky me.
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You mean group of survivors, huh? Wonder what that's like...?
[He's musing. And also hasn't realized how lucky he is to not be from a zombie apocalypse.]
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[Something he knows Clem has done more than once already. He's not sure if he could manage it. Relying on himself- he'd probably go crazy from loneliness. ]
I was lucky, I was in my boarding school when it all went down. [He rolls his eyes, letting out a soft 'tch'.] Of course, all but one of the adults bailed on us- but we figured shit out. Got ourselves a system.
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Glad to hear ya didn't need any grown ups when the zombies attacked! Nee heehee~!
[He looks like he wants to ask more questions but... He's got his hand on the deck.]
Ready when you are.
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[Fuck you, adults. He nods, turning his card over, revelling a Jack of hearts. ]
Booyah!
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[He even manages an extravagant, sitting-down bow. ]
So. You get another question, lucky you.
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[Look at Kokichi, acting so proud and dramatic. Puffing out his chest and grinning and all.]
So! How long has the zombie thing been going on at home? Ya got any idea?
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