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shatterverse2008-05-02 02:49 pm
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New York-- or what's left of it-- is starting to piss Jennifer off.
At least, this year her name has mostly been Jennifer.
She's gone by others, in the past. A lot of others.
Getting back to New York, however: first of all, it's New fucking York. Not Norak, not Station Twenty-Eight-- New York, with cars that run on gasoline and no buildings higher than about a hundred stories. (She hasn't bothered counting, and anyways, half of them appear to have fallen down).
The second problem is that it's full of carnivorous plant life. She lost her shoes the first day and switched out her gloves the second, because the advantage her fingers and toes give to climbing is severely hampered by any attempt to hide them, and currently being inconspicuous is taking a backseat to being alive. So fingerless gloves and toe socks with the ends cut off it is.
Which is how she's currently dangling from a rooftop by her feet, staring down at three rustling green things and calculating her odds of survival if she tries to take them on all at once.
It doesn't look good.
At least, this year her name has mostly been Jennifer.
She's gone by others, in the past. A lot of others.
Getting back to New York, however: first of all, it's New fucking York. Not Norak, not Station Twenty-Eight-- New York, with cars that run on gasoline and no buildings higher than about a hundred stories. (She hasn't bothered counting, and anyways, half of them appear to have fallen down).
The second problem is that it's full of carnivorous plant life. She lost her shoes the first day and switched out her gloves the second, because the advantage her fingers and toes give to climbing is severely hampered by any attempt to hide them, and currently being inconspicuous is taking a backseat to being alive. So fingerless gloves and toe socks with the ends cut off it is.
Which is how she's currently dangling from a rooftop by her feet, staring down at three rustling green things and calculating her odds of survival if she tries to take them on all at once.
It doesn't look good.
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OK, maybe a little bit. But mostly relieved and hoping that there aren't any maneating plants nearby.
"Is that it?" She points toward a down stairwell, the banisters partially collapsed under debris, but probably something they can all slip through. With a little effort, at least.
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"Yeah, you got it."
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"Anyone got a flashlight?"
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"I knew I should've gone to girl scouts." Oh well. At least she can try to peer in and see if anything in there looks like a carnivorous plant.
Mostly, it looks like toppled fare machines and broken tiles.
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"I have enhanced night vision. I'll lead."
And down the stairs she trots.
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Oh, geez. She's in a science fiction movie.
She just hopes she's one of the main characters and not the Token Minority That Dies.
(And, of course, she's probably not in much of a position to complain, based on her own "enhanced vision.")
Slipping through a hole in the debris, she follows, tiptoeing carefully on the scattered bits.
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Slipping through a hole is a little more difficult for him. Most of them aren't quite big enough.
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"Nothing moving down here but us. Watch your step-- walk slowly."
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Jessica jumps and gasps, scooting closer to their leader. In theory, nothing but the plants are going to hurt them. Hopefully.
OK, nothing but the plants are going to hurt the other two.
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His tone betrays the fact that he doesn't actually think it's very likely.
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The tone implies that therefore there are none.
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"Wait." She pulls the cell phone out again, flipping it open. ILLUMINATION! Not terribly bright, but good enough for those without special eyes!
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It's not much, but it's something at least.
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Deep breath.
"I'm going to call it clear down here. We'll need to do something about the lights, then I can go up to look for supplies.
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She takes out her paper and pens and crouches to write.
"Weed killer. Maps- might find a good one here, actually. Light. Food. Anything else?"
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"And for my next trick, I can produce pencils from my ear." As he switches the lights on.
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