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Video - Unseelie/Seelie

[The locket screen shows a blonde with slightly mussed hair and a skinned chin. Her eyes are wider than they normally are and it's obvious to anyone who's seen panic that she's trying to fight back a little of it right now. She also has her back to a door, one that she seems to be trying to keep closed.]

Okay. Okay. Um, I did not sign up for this, okay? Okay. There are... things out there. It ate one of the little flying guys. Then there were more and then it got bigger and then...

[Then she found her leg being caught and pulled and she'd tripped and bumped her chin and kicked at it until her shoe fell off and she was freed. And now she needed a new shoe.]

It took my shoe.

[This is very important, guys. She now only has one shoe and can't run properly.]

I don't suppose anyone has a... thing that can make them go away, do they? Maybe a really bright flashlight? Or... crap, I don't know. Anything?

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[As much as she wanted to take offense at the tiny comment, she really couldn't. Five foot one was as good as she got and compared to the lanky beanpole of a pirate, she was definitely tiny.

And then the rest of what he said filtered through and she just gaped at him.]

Are you seriously suggesting we throw ourselves out the window? We're at least three stories up. Three castle stories. I don't know about you, but I can't fly. Or float. Or bounce.

LICKAMERCY!

[Pardon him, Veronica -- he thinks he has just remembered the magic word.

He hasn't. Or not quite.]

We'll simply tie together the bed linens. I've done it hundreds of times. LICK! LUCK! LICKAMERCY!

Asking you why you've done it hundreds of times is just going to give me a headache, isn't it?

[The shouts of licking mercy had her giving him the weirdest look before she went over to go look out the window.]

Well, good news and bad news. Good news; there's no broken glass or pitchforks or burning tar pits under the window. Bad news; it's really, really far down.

[Not that she had a problem with heights -- as long as she wasn't falling from it.]

Look, I appreciate you coming to help me, but there will be no mercy licking here, thanks.

LACKAMERCY! [He hasn't given up, even though the door behind him shudders with heavy blows. Jack screws up his face, tongue poking from his mouth as he briefly licks his lips. What was that damned word.]

LIKE-A-MERCY!

[No. He relinquishes the door and hurries to the bed, ripping sheets off. No use looking out a window. It was better not to look too hard.]

Linens! Get me linens, girl!

Do you have Tourette's or something?

[But she's scrambling over to the bed, pulling off the sheets and heaving them over to him at the window. What? He didn't tell her to tie them.]

[That's okay. Jack would never trust some girl with his escape sheet knots, no matter how sassy she was. His knotwork is swift and sure, and he quickly realizes they sure as hell are not going to have enough length for her to reach the ground.

They CAN probably reach the second floor of the castle, though, and that might be enough.]

Never heard of him. Trying for the magic word, child. It's escaping me on account of I'm beslobbered with rum. Lacka-something-something. Mercy. Something.

Did it ever occur to you that big things trying to eat people was probably a bad time to indulge in a drink or fifty?

[She went over to the window to look down, seeing the same thing he had. Not long enough. Shooooot.

The door thudded again, harder as the creatures seemed to have melded together into mega ultra lawkamercyme and she looked at the sheet.]

Ah... you sure you tied that right?

[He just glares at her. How dare she question his knot-tying abilities?!?!?!?!]

[He's a strange drunken pirate. She'll question everything.

So she gives him a look like... 'WELL????']

The knot.....is perfection.

If you say so.

[Hear that? That was doubt. Lots and lots of doubt.]

[The door is shivering and seems ready to shatter beneath the blows of the shadowbeast outside. And Jack still for the life of him can't remember the magic word. He grabs hold of the end of the tied-together sheets.]

Grab hold of me, savvy? Now is the time for evacuation. Expedient evacuation.

[She hesitates because honestly, he looks like he might be a hotbed of lice and... other things, but a delousing is a reasonable price to pay for not getting eaten. She comes over and tries to figure out where to grab.]

Right. Sure. Expediate away.

[There is no bed hotter.

But really, Veronica, there is so MUCH on him to grab. Hair, beard, sash, belt, bangly things, lapels, collar, shirt, coattails, arms, waist. You are spoiled for choice, young lady.

And if she hesitates too long, he's just going to grab hold of her under one arm, their makeshift rope with the other, and make the leap out the window.

There is a shattering clatter at the door.]

Any time, now. Anyyyyy precious time, now.

[She hesitated and was grabbed, but she was quick to cling to him like a monkey as he went out the window.

There was an embarrassing squeal as she felt them drop, oh god, they were going to die. She didn't want to watch herself splatter, so she clung onto him instead.

Meaning she didn't see the wall coming up to meet them as they swung into it. Guess who hit it first.

No, really. Guess.]

Ow!

[She's such a small person that it's easy to maneuver them both out the window. The drop, however, is much trickier on account of this isn't a rope, just a bunch of bloody high-count linen fairy-elf blighted bedsheets bound together with beautiful nautical knots.]

That's going to leave a mark, I expect.

[He positions his feet against the stone wall and tries to run them across to a nearby second-floor window ledge. Who knows whose room it belongs to; the point is to get them off this bloody wall.

Unfortunately, his efforts come up just a little short. It's also rather hard to concentrate when there is a raving shadowmonster leaning out the third story window you just defenestrated yourself from, slavering and leering down at you with its needle-teeth all agape and its shadowy appendages swinging around improbably.]

You're going to have to reach, darling. Grab hold of that window.

[She probably already realized that, of course. Hopefully.]

Lockamercy!

[Wrong.]

[Still a bit winded, she looked up at the thing that was definitely a few hundred times bigger than the ones that had attacked her earlier, pulse jumping at the teeth gnashing at them before she looked around, appendages clinging to him as she looked for the window he was -- ah, there.]

Don't drop me. You drop me and I swear to god...

[Just... she wouldn't even finish that, that's how bad it was. So much pain. Glowering at him as a threat, she slowly started to reach out for the edge of the window, fingers crawling along stone as she put more and more of her upper body out into the open to try to reach it.

Just about.... Almost....]

[Instead of replying, Jack swings back and pushes off again, straining every muscle to shorten the distance between the girl and the windowsill. Just GRAB it, Veronica...if you can.]

[Don't you doubt her grabbing abilities, Jack, or there'll be hands grabbing other things to prove a point. But she does get a hold of the edge of the window, catching it with a triumphant cry and starting to pull them closer.]

Got it.

Eeeernng. [That is Sparrow-hanging-from-a-high-place-talk for "get on with it then." If only he can loop his legs around something.

If only he could remember lawkamercy me. And soon -- the shadow-thing is beginning to shimmy down their escape sheets!]

[She has tiny arms, give her a break. God. But she's pulling them closer, looping one leg away from him to hook around the frame and rest on the ledge to pull them in even further.]

Come on.

[This is so awkward. But at least she's hitched them close enough that he can grab hold of the sill himself. Now he's suspended by one arm and there's a monster-thing slithering his way.]

Well done, darling. Should probably remember that magic word about now. Might require a blow to the head.

[She's sliding along the edge of the sill, trying to pull him more onto it so he can, you know, let go of the goddamn rope.]

If you're lucky, it'll still be attached after this. Come on, let's see if the window's op-- whoop!

[The window was indeed open and she found that out by falling into the room.]

Lass! [He lets go of that g.d. rope like it's his business, and with one smooth movement swings himself up til he's perched on the sill. He draws his sword and peeks in at her, all the while trying to keep tabs on the approaching horror.]

.....Going to be all purple with bruises, you.

Half of them are your fault.

[She's on her back, looking up at the ceiling of another room that isn't hers, squinting at the outline of Jack against the window. It takes her a minute (ow, her butt), but she manages to pull herself up, dusting herself off.]

We're a floor down. We should be able to get out the door. Right? They can't be on all the floors.

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sorry for being so late I got sick :(

/wraps up in blanket

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