[She thinks she gets what's going on here... well, at least insofar as the horse is probably cold out there. She sets to helping with the boards, and keeping the air around them as warm as she can.]
The horse looks normal. From this angle, it's hard to tell, but there's hay and everything you would expect from a stable. It certainly smells like one.
[COOL, turns on Achilles Radar to try and find the weak points in this wall, to make the hole big enough to let the horse through without collapsing the wall.]
WELL, OKAY . . . The wall does break, and Abigail just huffs with a slight roll of her eyes. As more of the wall breaks away, it's easy to see there are, at least, five other horses in other stalls beyond this one.
Still, after a moment or two, someone starts yelling at the destruction.
"Whoa, whoa! Hey! Aw, man, this is a crime scene, what's this?!"
Just the usual. Guy going around strangling, oh, what's the count now— About twelve women over a few months then ditching the bodies nearby. Stuff of dreams, you know? The nightmare dreams.
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[at least it's not a bear this time??
[She thinks she gets what's going on here... well, at least insofar as the horse is probably cold out there. She sets to helping with the boards, and keeping the air around them as warm as she can.]
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[How's that horse look?]
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[And also dark.]
Who the fuck left you out here?
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[Are powers on?]
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Still, after a moment or two, someone starts yelling at the destruction.
"Whoa, whoa! Hey! Aw, man, this is a crime scene, what's this?!"
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[And that's your cue to put your hands back over your mouth, Wednesday.]
Thorn-san, who's there?
[What are we going to do?]
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Yeah, hey, intrepid explorers or what not, active crime scene. Do you mind?
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You want to be careful with her around.
[nodding at Wednesday]
Now, get out of there already.
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[She's seen worse. Or she's seen it before--
[She's frightened, all the same.]
I - Thorn-san, maybe we should go back...
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...do you want to go back?
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[She steps back, into the body of the room.]
I'm sure you could look after me. But - I'd much rather you didn't have to risk it.
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Fine.
Do you need me to close the wall back up?
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[looking back over his shoulder] Hey, Stevens, get a tarp! Or some plywood! —Why? Don't ask why, just get some!
[and back to Thorn and Wednesday] No, I got this. He was bored, anyway.
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