[Network Video]

[work_wife]

Good Morning I guess?

[Was it morning? Was it late at night? These thirty hour days were really messing up Robin's sense of time, especially with it being winter and all of that and the days being long and so many other things. But of course that's not relevant because, well... The video makes it very clear that she's not in a place that makes sense to be. There's a big icy and rocky wall behind her. This... is probably a problem?]

Two things? First, is there a way that we can edit that map thingy on these little devices? Like, maybe survey where all the really deep pits are in Temba and mark them on the map? Maybe put up cones around them as a warning? Actually, more maps sounds good. Maybe some of the ships too, because I got lost there a few times because they're so big.

[A Robin Buckley in stress will talk. A lot. Don't mind her. She's working up to it.]

As for the second thing...

[She turns the device to pan around the space she's in. Which is more stone. More ice. Then it tilts up to see the sky far above and the snow falling thickly down. Down into the hole that Robin has clearly fallen into.]

Also, can anyone, like, fly? I'm sorta trapped? Underground. In one of those holes. I'd tell you where but, you know, lack of map having them? Um. Help? Please? Soon? It's really cold and still snowing.

Comments

[tyrants_son]

It should be possible through communications. The suggestion is not a bad one.

...where-

No, I can find you. I will be there soon.

[thelastechidna]

[Knuckles stares in concern. This is a job he can handle ... if he can find her.]

You don't even know what part of the city you were in when the ground gave way?

[crystalmaster]

[Radley sees the video come in and is very concerned.]

How long have you been down there?

[He agrees editing the maps is a great idea, but now isn't the time to talk about that. He needs to figure out where she is so he can try to do something ... although he's not sure what that will be.]

[text]

[in_extremis]

Tell Felwinter where you are.

[Look at that, a picture of the map, updated with a little sad face. A small shower of snow is dislodged from above her as a round camera rolls perilously close to the edge.]

You're not hurt, are you? Got to have a few more falls in you. Someone has to find all of those pits, you're on the case already.

[work_wife]

[Okay, cool, he uh, apparently figured out how to do that. The sad face gets a little snort. Makes her look up and see a little... What even is that? She doesn't know.]

Is that a remote controlled car? Smart for scouting I guess. And, um, I'm not sure who Felwinter is. Or how to tell them where I am. I hope the frowning face thing helps.

And I don't know if I'm hurt. Haven't really tried to move around too much and the cold would deal with any swelling. But hey, seems like we found my additional talent. Languages, throwing things, ability to face monsters, and tripping into pits. Score?

[in_extremis]

He can fly. Will just pick you right up like it's nothing. Fantastic, if you're into that sort of thing.

You're really not saying a lot of reassuring words. Do you think there's swelling? That's a terrible thing to be doing on your own, more of a party game.

[work_wife]

Okay. I'll, uh, wait for him?

[Because she doesn't know what to do, at all.]

I don't know if there is swelling but I did fall, like, ten feet? And yeah, this is a new version of Twister I guess. Next time I'll drag Steve along with me.

[work_wife]

I was in an area that was cleaned by the little moving robot things?

[work_wife]

I'm communicating the desire for it now? [No, she doesn't understand that it's a datapoint, sorry.]

Yeah, um, it's not like I'm really going anywhere.

[work_wife]

Um, about three minutes? I called for help quickly when I remembered I could.

[in_extremis]

Try not to go too far.

Steve is extraordinarily good at Twister, not the sort of game you want to be up against him in. Unless your goal is to be up against him, then you'd be in exactly the right place, and it would probably be much more fun hole-spotting with him, too.

We barely have the place properly mapped as it is. You see my friend up there? He tries to keep an eye on the place, but it's more of a surface read, he can't see where the infrastructure is failing, plenty of places he can't get to. There has to be a better system.

Put some pressure on your right foot for me.

FMK: Sting, Madonna, Bono.

[crystalmaster]

Did you see any kind of scenery at all before you fell down?

[He needs some idea of where to go.]

[thelastechidna]

... Well, that's helpful.

[Not.]

Did you see anything they'd cleared?

[work_wife]

I'll try.

[Wait, give her a moment here.]

Steve? My Steve? I don't know. I feel like he'd trip over himself worse than I would at Twister. And I really don't need to be up against him. That'd be weird. We're Capital-P Platonic.

So the little thing up there is, uh, yours? Are you nearby then? DO you have a rope?

[She does move to try and put her weight on her right foot. It seems to work for now.]

Um, do I have to kill them? I guess kill Bono because his music is meh, fuck Sting because isn't he supposed to be really good, and uh, guess that means marry Madonna?

[Is that the right sort of answer for a straight girl? Listen, she just wants to marry Madonna because that's repeated 'snuggling'.]

[work_wife]

There's so much snow on all of the buildings. It's hard to tell where you are!

[work_wife]

The road? I definitely saw the road.

[crystalmaster]

[Oh boy....]

You don't remember anything you saw? Where did you start walking from?

[thelastechidna]

[Knuckles clenches his teeth in frustration.]

Nothing else? No buildings to go in or anything?

[work_wife]

Yeah, when you fall down an icy pit sometimes you get all shaken up.

I started from the hotel.

[work_wife]

Of course there were buildings. It's a city. I just don't know the whole place okay?

[crystalmaster]

Okay, cool. And how far did you walk from the hotel when this happened?

[Radley is leaving now. This could take a while to walk around looking....]

[thelastechidna]

Well, how am I going to find you if ...

[He trails off. This is not the time to lose his temper. He has to stay calm.]

Okay. You don't know any specific buildings?

[He'll just have to look everywhere.]

[in_extremis]

Your Steve? Eddie's Steve? You know what, I don't need the details, good for you.

I'm a bit of a hike, it's just you and him for the time being. Don't worry, he's a good listener. Try the left one now.

Of course you marry Madonna, that's the only real answer.

[work_wife]

I guess he is Eddie's Steve now. By he was mine first. Sometimes you bond with a jock over ice cream and Russian interrogation drugs. And his terrible luck with relationships. Until now that is.

[She does try the left one and shifting the weight does leave her wincing in pain.]

Is it weird that now my right knee hurts? Probably. But I should keep moving, right? Because of the cold?

[No, wait, give her a moment. She has things to say on this.]

Madonna never chose to act in a movie where she wore a metal thong. Definitely wins. By it doesn't matter because women can't marry. So I would just live in her mansion. I bet she had a butler.

[in_extremis]

The murder is also pretty illegal, if we're taking that into account. I think I'd be more worried about that one. Are you on the drugs right now?

Don't worry about the cold, until you're worried about the cold. There'll be hot chocolate when you get back. Stop hurting yourself. You could be thinking about Madonna in a metal thong instead of Sting.