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[sacred_flamer]

Characters: [OU] Luke fon Fabre and you!
Setting: Media Floor
Format: Starting action tags, but will match you.
Summary: The lights went out while Luke was surrounded by a bunch of monitors. You can guess how this ends.
Warnings: Spastic, flailing redhead.

[If you happen to be passing by floor fourteen as the lights go out, you'll get to hear a yelp of surprise coming from inside, followed immediately by a completely undignified screech of terror. After a lot of banging and what might have been something breaking, Luke will come fumbling toward the staircase, sheet white from being caught completely off guard.]

[Luke had gone down to the Media Room to catch a break, to have something else to listen to other than the screeching that had been going on all over the Tower. He could still hear it in that room of course, not even thinking for a second that it could have been coming from the chips planted inside, but at least on that floor he could blast a moovee (that's what they're called, right?) to try and drown it out.]

[He hadn't counted on the power going out. That had been startling enough, but to suddenly have every single monitor in the room glowing with static and flickering? That was enough to send him running, half afraid something was going to start popping out of the screens. He would put it past anything in this Tower, after all.]

[And damn, he swore that screeching got even worse.]

[So look out, person passing by the Media Room. Luke's about to plow into you; hopefully he won't knock you clear off the stairs.]

S-sorry! Sorry I... d-dammit...!

Comments

[mysterical]

[She could tell that he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. There was only one thing that she could think of that would fix it if that was the case.

With a huge sigh, she reached out and slapped him hard across what should have been his cheek. It was strange to watch her violet and wireframe hand move through the air to connect with his face, but she shoved down the way her stomach flipped to deal with his hysterics.]

Luke! I need you to stay with me. If you insist on freaking out, I will slap you again. Is that understood?

[sacred_flamer]

[Luke let out a faint sound of surprise, his hand going to a cheek. Hunh, that... still stung. That was... that was so weird. How could wire hurt?]

Y...yeah...

[His shock had immediately turned to surprise, and now was slowly ebbing of into numbness. All he could think of was why them? What had they done to deserve this.]

A-are you still... uh... b-bleeding?

[mysterical]

[She blinked, raising a hand to the back of her head, pushing aside the film that made up her hair and feeling liquid there.]

I don't know if it's bleeding if it's not blood, but there's definitely an injury there. I-I don't know if my healing artes would work. It...it doesn't seem like a bad injury though, so we can try to find the others and see if they're safe.

[sacred_flamer]

I wouldn't want to chance using anything right now. Who knows what'll happen.

[It was hard to think, to keep himself from freaking out. Everything they looked at, everything they touched, all of it had been a damn lie. The only thing they had were the interactions with each other... but how much of that had been genuine? He didn't want to think about it; the idea made him ill.]

C'mon.

[He wrapped an arm around her tightly, helping her up to her feet.]

[mysterical]

[When she was back on her feet, she struggled to clear her head again. Fainting or throwing up would do neither of them any good, especially if she was the one who had to stay calm, stay rational, despite what it would cost her.]

Let's start with the dorm floors first. They're closer.