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I found some rope! And I tried climbing down from the rocky part of the cliff, a little way. I think I can make it as long as I keep a really good grip while I'm upside down.
[he turns his head to look at Jay with the other eye.]
Did you still want to go under the island?
[he turns his head to look at Jay with the other eye.]
Did you still want to go under the island?
[He considers. It's kind of weird how quickly Geir did the turnaround from zero to "let's go under the island!" in their last conversation, but if Geir intended harm to Jay, there are frankly a lot of better ways he could act on those intentions, so this is probably just a weirdness. Also, he really, really wants to know what's under the island.
He smiles.]
I'd still like to see, if you're confident it will work.
He smiles.]
I'd still like to see, if you're confident it will work.
[Geir switches eyes again, his only sign of uncertainty. truth to tell, he isn't really sure about this trip on a lot of levels, most of them having to do with not being sure if Jay wants him there... but he liked Jay, before their strange spat and subsequent awkwardness, and he has a dim sense that he can't let Jay's reactions dictate his relationship with his own thoughts and feelings. he's impulsive, and had the impulse to offer Jay the trip... to prove before them both that even if offering his thoughts and feelings on his own situation caused Jay to reject him and call him a coward, he, Geir, is still the one who decides what he will offer in the future. perhaps there's some wisdom there, and it's fine to own that.]
I'm not. I know I can hang on, but you're going to have to be the one to tie yourself to me; I can't reach back there. It's up to you!
I'm not. I know I can hang on, but you're going to have to be the one to tie yourself to me; I can't reach back there. It's up to you!
Edited 2017-10-19 01:45 (UTC)
[Geir drops the coil of rope he'd found in one of the backpacks in front of the door to Jay's hut, and slithers his way off where he's draped half-on the roof, to stand up straight on the beach. as long as Jay can get the rope solidly around his neck, it shouldn't be too hard to rig up something that keeps him securely between some of the ridges on Geir's back. it might not be a comfortable trip if he doesn't spread the pressure out, but it's possible regardless.]
I'll try to catch you if you fall. It'll be embarrassing if Genette has to come get us.
[if she even can, that far from the edge.]
I'll try to catch you if you fall. It'll be embarrassing if Genette has to come get us.
[if she even can, that far from the edge.]
[With some difficulty, he manages to get the rope around his something something the player, unlike Jay, knows fuck all about rope or knots. He ties himself securely to Geir, is the point. His mouth quirks up at that comment, too.]
I appreciate it, but I'll try my best to hang on.
I appreciate it, but I'll try my best to hang on.
That's a better idea. I don't want to fall off too.
[he flaps his wings a couple of times, testing how the rope lays.]
Ready to start hanging on?
[he flaps his wings a couple of times, testing how the rope lays.]
Ready to start hanging on?
Right!
[Geir takes off in a sweep of wings; that part is normal enough, and Jay has probably experienced it to some extent on their exploratory trips. Geir isn't bothering to fly extra slowly and carefully with Jay tied on like this, though. it's much more a rollercoaster than an airbus this time.
the other part that isn't normal is that after a brief soaring hop, he wings his way to the edge of the world. Geir deliberately picks the spot without ocean that's closest to the ocean -- he wants to check what that looks like from underneath -- and lands there. and there he stands poised for a moment, scuffing his claws dubiously at where rock meets space. don't fail him now, grip strength.]
Okay. Keep holding...
[he folds his wings in tightly and starts progressing headfirst down the cliff, picking out clawholds as best he can.]
[Geir takes off in a sweep of wings; that part is normal enough, and Jay has probably experienced it to some extent on their exploratory trips. Geir isn't bothering to fly extra slowly and carefully with Jay tied on like this, though. it's much more a rollercoaster than an airbus this time.
the other part that isn't normal is that after a brief soaring hop, he wings his way to the edge of the world. Geir deliberately picks the spot without ocean that's closest to the ocean -- he wants to check what that looks like from underneath -- and lands there. and there he stands poised for a moment, scuffing his claws dubiously at where rock meets space. don't fail him now, grip strength.]
Okay. Keep holding...
[he folds his wings in tightly and starts progressing headfirst down the cliff, picking out clawholds as best he can.]
[ jude sounds... kind of frantic. he woke up a good ten minutes ago and he's not getting back to sleep anytime soon. not without making sure. ]
Jay. Are you doing okay?
[ he makes a sincere effort at sounding cool and composed, but his voice is a little Off. ]
Jay. Are you doing okay?
[ he makes a sincere effort at sounding cool and composed, but his voice is a little Off. ]
Edited (SORRY FOR EDITS...) 2017-10-22 23:13 (UTC)
[There's a sense of rapidly fading panic and adrenaline coming from the other end of the telepathic link, almost as though someone has just woken up from a nightmare.
The panic spikes when Jude reaches out to him. Jude, that's Jude, was he actually in that dream or is that just coincidence--?]
I'm fine. [It comes out rushed and a little snappish, and the lingering sense of panic doesn't fade.] . . . I'm fine. What exactly brought this on?
The panic spikes when Jude reaches out to him. Jude, that's Jude, was he actually in that dream or is that just coincidence--?]
I'm fine. [It comes out rushed and a little snappish, and the lingering sense of panic doesn't fade.] . . . I'm fine. What exactly brought this on?
[ should he tell him? should he drop it and leave him alone? it's a difficult decision, and in the end jude follows his instincts, just as he always does. ]
I had this... this dream. This horrible nightmare. About you.
[ jude doesn't even realize that his hand is still hovering over his chest. ]
I had this... this dream. This horrible nightmare. About you.
[ jude doesn't even realize that his hand is still hovering over his chest. ]
[He's tied to Geir as tightly as he could manage and also clinging on with his arms and legs, but he still gets a little jostled. He peers down as well as he can while still clinging to the ropes. For the moment, he's silent, letting Geir concentrate on making his way down.]
[There's a soft cursing sound, and rising alarm on the other end of the link. Something yanks hard, as though Jay is trying to shut down the telepathic link from his end, although it doesn't seem to be working.]
he knows he knows he knows he knows--
[Really doesn't seem to be working.]
he knows he knows he knows he knows--
[Really doesn't seem to be working.]
[there are variegated layers of rock and compacted earth as they descend, tree roots crawling in and out of the space, rough edges and loose bits of dirt knocked askew by Geir's claws... it really is, for all the world, like someone just chopped a piece of ground off of a world and shoved it into space instead. it gets a little colder and more airless as they descend, too, though Geir is sticking close enough to the rock surface that there's still something left to breathe.
Geir, for his part, is making an effort to go slowly and carefully, not jarring Jay too much. he can feel the shifts on his back and hunch up his shoulderblades as much as he can to try to use gravity to keep Jay onboard. at the same time, there are places where he has to scramble or let himself slide to get to the next clawhold, and they have more than one hair-raising near miss when his claws need to clutch at the cliff face twice before they make a catch.
as Geir finally ducks under the island, the space around them... opens up. Jay can feel himself hanging bodily upside down from the ropes and his grip on Geir's back, but he might also be distracted by the view:
"The best thing about it would probably be the potential 360 view of outer space since there are different planets and astral bodies, like an asteroid belt loop, that are better seen from underneath the island."
Geir pauses to look at it with a little indrawn breath.]
Geir, for his part, is making an effort to go slowly and carefully, not jarring Jay too much. he can feel the shifts on his back and hunch up his shoulderblades as much as he can to try to use gravity to keep Jay onboard. at the same time, there are places where he has to scramble or let himself slide to get to the next clawhold, and they have more than one hair-raising near miss when his claws need to clutch at the cliff face twice before they make a catch.
as Geir finally ducks under the island, the space around them... opens up. Jay can feel himself hanging bodily upside down from the ropes and his grip on Geir's back, but he might also be distracted by the view:
"The best thing about it would probably be the potential 360 view of outer space since there are different planets and astral bodies, like an asteroid belt loop, that are better seen from underneath the island."
Geir pauses to look at it with a little indrawn breath.]
I-I want to fly in it.
[there's a yearning note in Geir's voice; he's never wanted to so much to spread his wings and go look closer at something in his life. but Jay is on his back, and he doesn't know if he could keep going out in that inky black, much less Jay. so he keeps his wings tightly folded and his claws locked in the stone.]
Look at the colors...
[he continues his progress forward over the rocky underside of the Hub, but except for what's needed to maintain solid clawholds, he's definitely not paying attention to what the rock looks like.]
[there's a yearning note in Geir's voice; he's never wanted to so much to spread his wings and go look closer at something in his life. but Jay is on his back, and he doesn't know if he could keep going out in that inky black, much less Jay. so he keeps his wings tightly folded and his claws locked in the stone.]
Look at the colors...
[he continues his progress forward over the rocky underside of the Hub, but except for what's needed to maintain solid clawholds, he's definitely not paying attention to what the rock looks like.]
There's no weight. No air to beat your wings. After a couple of minutes, Qri pulls you back... I wonder what could be done to make up for that, though. I bet there's something.
[not right now, though. he pauses in shock when he feels trickling wetness under one claw and snuffles at the stone, tearing his gaze away from the vista of stars.]
--I taste salt. I think we're under where the sea is.
[not right now, though. he pauses in shock when he feels trickling wetness under one claw and snuffles at the stone, tearing his gaze away from the vista of stars.]
--I taste salt. I think we're under where the sea is.
[A tangled-up snatch of thought, something like: how much has he figured out and what is he going to ask and, a little softer, never wanted anyone to--, all abruptly drowned out by a, pull it together, he can hear you--
The thoughts go quiet at that, but don't actually stop, although they're hard to hear when Jay sends out a short,]
Nothing. I'm fine. [Another few seconds pass, and then he sends a more tentative:] What about you? Are you all right?
The thoughts go quiet at that, but don't actually stop, although they're hard to hear when Jay sends out a short,]
Nothing. I'm fine. [Another few seconds pass, and then he sends a more tentative:] What about you? Are you all right?
[ jude is more and more baffled and worried by the second, and he doesn't believe that jay is anything close to fine, but he keeps his mouth shut for the time being. ]
I'm alright, but dream Jude isn't. When you die in a dream, you wake up.
[ he puzzles over whether to ask him this or not. he doesn't want to cause him any further distress, but at the same time, the curious side of him needs to know. ]
Do you know a man named Solon?
I'm alright, but dream Jude isn't. When you die in a dream, you wake up.
[ he puzzles over whether to ask him this or not. he doesn't want to cause him any further distress, but at the same time, the curious side of him needs to know. ]
Do you know a man named Solon?
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