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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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[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.

[He hops down and makes a show of not quite dusting off her shoulder. There. All better.]

They CAN be on all the floors, actually. But I'm telling you, I know a word! A magic word what undoes them fully! It's just on the tip of my tongue, child. Somewhere.

[Meanwhile, it might be sort of interesting to rifle through the drawers in this room...he starts wandering toward the dresser, a giant, violent, medieval-looking wooden object that might in fact be torturing socks and all other manner of clothing even as they spoke.]

[No, not all better. But he tried. And was trying. It was a toss up which one won.]

How can you not remember a magical word that saves your life. Or my life, since it seems to want to bite my head off.

[What was he-- was he going through someone's sock drawer? Honestly. She moved over to the door, opening it a crack and peeking through.]

Coast looks clear.

Ooooh. [He lifts out a cut-crystal bottle of perfume and tucks it into his breast pocket before sashaying over to join her.

There is something slavering just outside the window.]

A clear coast is always best for a safe landing. You go first.

How very gallant.

[Not that she expected anything more. And the noise coming from the window was making her twitchy, so she opened the door enough to slide through, keeping an eye out for anything and seeing... an empty hallway.]

Looks good. Come out and close the door.

[He does so -- quietly, considering all the bangly things hanging off him.]

Me, I'd suggest going down to the cellars or kitchens. I need to jangle up my brain a bit.

Go down to-- you want to go get drunk again? We almost died and you want to get drunk?

[Jack. What the hell were your priorities?]

Aye, don't you?! [Veronica! Priorities!] There's no better time for it, in my opinion!

[They'd better hurry up and decide, because now the door is rattling.]

There are plenty of better times for it. Or you could just not.

[She gave him a sideways look, then moved to start stomping down the hallway, five foot one inches of tiny blonde annoyance.]

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sorry for being so late I got sick :(

/wraps up in blanket

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Sorry. Fell asleep from grossness.