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revivalproject2023-03-01 09:32 pm
wearingthestars) wrote in revivalproject2023-03-01 09:32 pm
The blizzard doesn't last forever;
WHO: Billy Kaplan, Soldier (Closed)
WHERE: The Hangar
WHAT: Trapped and paranoid
WHEN: Backdated to: Feb 10-14 (Event)
WARNINGS: Paranoia, Anxiety attacks, TDB
Today was laundry day. Admittedly Billy could have just magicked everything clean, but it wasn't really about laundry. It was a little bit of domestic socializing. Chatting (mostly Billy), while they used the ships machines, passed the time with nothing all that out of the ordinary (Billy attempting a few different combinations with the food dispensers, and Soldier trying them without complaint. Not one of them was good.) They'd folded (mostly Soldier) and packed up, and Billy continued to chat as they stepped out into the chill of the hangar (something about Tommy wanting Soldier to come round for dinner). It was a bit colder than when they'd gone in. Which hadn't seemed all that alarming until their communicators went off in tandem, and not long after the howl of the wind followed.
This would be troubling at any time, but for some reason Billy could feel an uneasiness brewing in the pit of his stomach that didn't feel quite...right.
With the now familiar sensation of power loss- Billy's coat faded away. With how often he magicked his clothes he thought he'd been clever keeping it a matter of his will and not strictly 'real'. Big mistake. Huge.
"...Crap."
WHERE: The Hangar
WHAT: Trapped and paranoid
WHEN: Backdated to: Feb 10-14 (Event)
WARNINGS: Paranoia, Anxiety attacks, TDB
Today was laundry day. Admittedly Billy could have just magicked everything clean, but it wasn't really about laundry. It was a little bit of domestic socializing. Chatting (mostly Billy), while they used the ships machines, passed the time with nothing all that out of the ordinary (Billy attempting a few different combinations with the food dispensers, and Soldier trying them without complaint. Not one of them was good.) They'd folded (mostly Soldier) and packed up, and Billy continued to chat as they stepped out into the chill of the hangar (something about Tommy wanting Soldier to come round for dinner). It was a bit colder than when they'd gone in. Which hadn't seemed all that alarming until their communicators went off in tandem, and not long after the howl of the wind followed.
This would be troubling at any time, but for some reason Billy could feel an uneasiness brewing in the pit of his stomach that didn't feel quite...right.
With the now familiar sensation of power loss- Billy's coat faded away. With how often he magicked his clothes he thought he'd been clever keeping it a matter of his will and not strictly 'real'. Big mistake. Huge.
"...Crap."