Voice 01 → Kitten in a Tree.
Apr. 19th, 2010 08:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[The voice feed cuts in, but for a moment there's nothing to hear. Just the sound of rustling leaves and branches, and the whip of wind, and someone cursing softly and indistinctly under their breath as they attempt to grapple with the not-Dreamberry thing.
[Then a voice. Young, male, a little panicked.]
Uh, hello? Can anybody hear me?
I'm, um... This is gonna sound stupid but I'm up on top of a tree and I'm a bit... well... I've got stuck! [Giggling. Slightly hysterical, that giggling]. I don't think I'm gonna fall but it's kinda a bit whoops--
[Static for a moment, then the voice cuts back in.]
--ddamn Dreamberry!
Does anyone have a ladder?
[On the plus side, the view is great.]
[Then a voice. Young, male, a little panicked.]
Uh, hello? Can anybody hear me?
I'm, um... This is gonna sound stupid but I'm up on top of a tree and I'm a bit... well... I've got stuck! [Giggling. Slightly hysterical, that giggling]. I don't think I'm gonna fall but it's kinda a bit whoops--
[Static for a moment, then the voice cuts back in.]
--ddamn Dreamberry!
Does anyone have a ladder?
[On the plus side, the view is great.]
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Date: 2010-04-23 03:23 am (UTC)[At least nobody's grown tentacles yet not mentioning that here.
[Ken's also kinda dead set on not mentioning the fact that he's sitting in a tree with a pretty girl in a leotard. And, apparently, nothing else. Not that he's doing a whole lot better, of course: it's been way too hot lately for pajamas, so he'd taken to sleeping in shorts and a tee-shirt. That, though, is fairly standard for a heatwave - leotards more kind of aren't. It's one Hell of a thing to fall asleep in, but... well, Ken guesses there's some kind of an explanation for it.]
Yeah, I was... well, I was kind of expecting coffee to be involved. Not dinosaurs. I don't think anyone expects dinosaurs. Or waking up in a tree.
[He very deliberately tries not to look as Rachel pulls the walkie-talkie out of her leotard, instead choosing to fidget with his own. Quick, think of something non-committal to say--]
Guess so. Yours turned into one of these too?
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Date: 2010-04-28 07:53 am (UTC)[That thought is creepy, though, so Rachel doesn't dwell on it.]
I'm going to assume you don't remember how you got up here, right? Do you know how to get down?