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bananas are hardly that slippery, but watch your step anyway
It's a beautiful, cold March day in New York, and street cleaners are upon us!
[Anyone receiving Cecil's broadcast on their phone or other device will be quite convinced of its veracity, thanks to his Radio Voice now being a rift power. Listeners can either call in at the broadcast post to discuss current events / ask for survival tips / tell their loved ones good bye, or use this post to act out their totallyirrational justified panic.
But, here are the good news! (Real good news, not life-is-pointless-but-at-least-ice-cream-exists good news.) Since Cecil will make another broadcast the next day saying that nothing unusual actually happened, your characters won't actually remember this crisis as a crisis, so you can backtag to your heart's content without it affecting later events. Go somewhat literally nuts!And really make the TARDIS feel like a moron for letting Cecil do this.]
[Anyone receiving Cecil's broadcast on their phone or other device will be quite convinced of its veracity, thanks to his Radio Voice now being a rift power. Listeners can either call in at the broadcast post to discuss current events / ask for survival tips / tell their loved ones good bye, or use this post to act out their totally
But, here are the good news! (Real good news, not life-is-pointless-but-at-least-ice-cream-exists good news.) Since Cecil will make another broadcast the next day saying that nothing unusual actually happened, your characters won't actually remember this crisis as a crisis, so you can backtag to your heart's content without it affecting later events. Go somewhat literally nuts!
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If anything, Yuri tightens his grip on the lead, though he takes a step with her before it occurs to him to dig his heels in -- he's bigger, after all. "You're not listening -- why is no one down here listening?! You're going to die if you go up there, Daine, why can't you just trust me?!"
He's shouting now, the shift from urgent but relatively calm speech to near hysteria quite sudden.
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"No one is listening to you," she says sharply as she and the dogs resume their retreat, "because you sound mad. Street cleaners just clean the streets; that's all they do, and they don't do it often enough. No one is getting ground up for anything." Holding up a hand to forestall any more raving, she adds, "And don't you dare scare my dogs like that again!"
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"Daine, please, you have to listen to me," he begs her, voice cracking as it dies back down to a more reasonable volume. It's not just Daine; the thought of the dogs, who only think they're scared now, facing the ends of their lives just because she wouldn't listen to him and stay inside...Yuri can imagine only too well all three of them being reduced to paste. "I've lived here, I know how this works!"
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"So you're saying this is normal, then? Street cleaners roll through the city and grind people up?" She plants her hands on her hips and raises a challenging eyebrow at him. "Why would anyone live here if that was true?"
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Yuri opens and closes his mouth. Why do people live here? It's kind of a horrible thing to put up with, knowing that the lights in your apartment might be running off energy produced from the bodies of your friends and family. "It's just how it is," he says lamely.
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"There was a broadcast on the phones," he replies, as if that's perfectly normal and obvious. "Didn't you get it?"
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But there's nothing to stop her from verifying that everything is okay topside. "Tell you what," she says, "I'll ask the People if anything bad is happening up in the city. I can reach most of the park from here, and there are plenty of pigeons up in the city itself. If they say there are street cleaners murdering folk, I'll stay down here where it's safe. Okay?"
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"Alright," he says, deciding that she'll just hear the same news from a different source.
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It doesn't take long for the pigeons to confirm the lack of current mayhem, and everyone she speaks to is baffled by the very idea of this ominous Street Cleaning, past or present. Not only is it not happening now, but it's never happened before, either. And whether they were personally affected or not, Daine would expect the People to remember something like that, even if it only happened once a year... or just once, really.
She comes back to herself, blinking her eyes open, then gets to her feet. "It's okay," she says soothingly. "They say everything's fine up there - no street cleaners. I didn't just talk to the pigeons, either; everyone says it's okay." She tries for an encouraging smile as she brushes grit off the back of her coat. See, Yuri? It's safe for walkies.
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It's a shocked look he gives her, then, when she stands up and says precisely the opposite. "But it's happening!" he cries, voice charged with emotion. "They just -- maybe they just didn't start yet. It could be any time now!"
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She's not done attempting, though, and her voice is studiously calm as she tries to reason with him. "Yuri, it's not just that it isn't happening now - or yet. They say it's never happened. I've even talked to some of the local pets - dogs and cats that have been living on the island for years - and they all say there's never been a disaster like the one you're talking about." Then, she lays down her trump card: "Don't you think, if there really was that much danger, they'd have told me? Even before you did? You know the People would want to keep me safe."
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"Something is going on," she allows, "I just don't think it's street cleaning." She peers up at Yuri with a thoughtful little frown. "You're not running a fever, are you?" And, yes, she's going to try and check (if he holds still), reaching up to press the back of her hand to his forehead.
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For a moment, she seriously considers just humoring him, but... no. She's not going to hide underground all day just because Yuri has a burr in his breeches - not least of all because he so rarely talks to her, anyway. It's just a bit much, having him finally deign to speak to her for any length of time only to have the conversation revolve around imaginary impending disasters.
Since he's not ill, she falls back on the next best guess for this sort of thing. "Maybe the rift is messing with us somehow," she hazards. "Like when none of us could understand each other." She's being a bit generous with her pronouns; she's fair certain the rift isn't messing with her directly (unless inflicting an addled Yuri on her counts).
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"I don't think the rift would be messing with the People," Daine says hastily. "It's never done that before." She doesn't want to say it couldn't, but it doesn't seem likely.
Then again, if Yuri's going to insist on being delusional, maybe she can at least turn it to the dogs' advantage. "Maybe we ought to go out there while it's safe and see how widespread this rift thing is," she says, quite seriously. "What if no one out there has any idea what's going on?" Why, he might have to actually accept the possibility that he's the one who's all confused!
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"Well, give me the leash back," she says, holding out her hand. "And remember, you're only going to make matters worse if you go shouting at people. You don't want them to be scared of you."
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poutsfrowns in a manly way again, handing the leash back. It's not like he wanted it. "We have to find a way to get them to pay attention, though," he says firmly.no subject
What would Numair do? Or the Lioness? Knock him unconscious for his own safety, probably.
Well. She's been through a siege before. If that's what Yuri thinks this is, maybe it'll help for her to treat it like one until it becomes painfully obvious that there's no real danger.
"Our first step will have to be gathering information," she says, straightening. "But we'll have to be sneaky about it. We don't want the wrong people finding out that we know what's coming."
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"But we don't know who the street cleaners are," he reminds her.
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