[Accidental Video --> Text] Back-dated to 5-ish this afternoon

[crowsicle]

[The feed clicks on to an aerial view of Siren's Port, just above the rooftops. The camera lingers only briefly on any sight before panning abruptly to something else without giving the viewer time to focus. It dips suddenly and a rooftop rushes up towards the screen, but there's a great flapping noise and the view slows to a stop about five feet above the roof.

Something orange can be seen near the bottom of the screen, but then the view lifts again to scan the dull, cloudy sky. The view is blocked again suddenly by the same orange streaked with liquid yellow--a hand? The view is jostled, and someone lets out a terse, shaky breath.

Whoever it is then seems to notice that the video is recording.] What the fuck.

[The video feed ends. This text hits the network shortly afterwards:]

ok
i call party foul
not only did someone bust a keg open over their moms priceless shitstain of an oriental rug but looks like they dropped the whole universe down on our upward gaping faces
president obama himself revokes the frats party license because its such a goddamn national travesty
whose planet is this even
is it the land of fuck and you because this isnt my stop im turning this bus around
seriously
wtf
this place doesnt belong here
im basically a feathery teenage game guide at this point and i got nothing that accounts for some crapsack frozen city popping up out of nowhere
so what asshole jacked this shit into their garage sale gameshark
whoever it is press left a b start select right now or im gonna pull a hard reset on their zit encrusted face
fistways
what im asking i guess
since i had my hands full retconning the universe for anyone whos still got the internet connection to read this
is whose shit do i need to wreck for this inconsiderate fubar

ok
i call party foul
not only did someone bust a keg open over their moms priceless shitstain of an oriental rug but looks like they dropped the whole universe down on our upward gaping faces
president obama himself revokes the frats party license because its such a goddamn national travesty
whose planet is this even
is it the land of fuck and you because this isnt my stop im turning this bus around
seriously
wtf
this place doesnt belong here
im basically a feathery teenage game guide at this point and i got nothing that accounts for some crapsack frozen city popping up out of nowhere
so what asshole jacked this shit into their garage sale gameshark
whoever it is press left a b start select right now or im gonna pull a hard reset on their zit encrusted face
fistways
what im asking i guess
since i had my hands full retconning the universe for anyone whos still got the internet connection to read this
is whose shit do i need to wreck for this inconsiderate fubar

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[crowsicle]

[He glances up at Bro momentarily--fuck, he's still there, he's still real--then down at himself. What was anyone going to do with a stab wound like that? Or the ripped off wing? Standard medical procedure probably doesn't apply here.

Also he doesn't want to leave Bro for a minute.]

Can it still count as walking it off if I don't have legs?

[plushrumpus]

[Dunno, the hospitals here are probably a little better equipped to deal with unusual injuries, given the unusual population they have to deal with.]

Sure.

[crowsicle]

[Bro, all he wants is to go home.]

I'mma do that, then.

[Gaze still trained somewhere on a level with Bro's sternum, he floats towards him slowly, still afraid it'll all vanish like a soap bubble.]

[plushrumpus]

Your call.

[Not like he can blame the kid. He'd probably do the same.]

... might as well head back, then. Sirens go off in an hour.

[crowsicle]

Okay. [He'll follow Bro. Just like he always has.] Sirens're for what, the monsters? ...You seen them yet?

[God. Dave said he'd been here for six months. How long has Bro been here? How long has he been not-dead?]

[plushrumpus]

Yeah. Shit's straight out of Silent Hill.

[And they're off, traversing the rooftops with flashstepping ease, yet he still keeps close to the boy, ever-watchful. He doubts Davesprite's about to keel over or anything, it's just the principle of the thing.]

[crowsicle]

[Davesprite lets the conversation drop. That was really all there was to say on the matter, and everything else on his mind is just--too fractured, too raw to shape words around.

He's keeping up, but there's a tight set to the line of his mouth and the missing wing is definitely messing with his balance. His grace is less than effortless. And he keeps glancing at Bro, as if every time he looks down Davesprite's sure he'll disappear.]

[plushrumpus]

[Well if Bro's speed is anything noticeably slower than normal, it's on purpose. He can't claim to know the first thing about sprites, but if a torn-off wing and stab wound straight through his middle isn't enough to have Davesprite bleeding out and writhing in pain, he figures that's a sign that they're of slightly tougher stuff. Not like he's just gonna leave it alone, but hey. If the kid just wants to go home, that's his choice.

Fortunately enough, home isn't all that far off, and they land on the roof of their apartment building before long.]

So I dunno if you got the memo, but can probably guess another you lives here too. He and Little Miss Licks-A-Lot from planet Fake-Sounding Alien Name have been shacked up here for a while. [Bro unlocks the roof door, opening it and glancing back at Davesprite.] No hard feelings on that, I hope.

[crowsicle]

Yeah, they pestered me already. We're cool. [He shrugs.] Dunno when they got so chummy, but he knows what he's doing.

[If he's relieved to be done roof-hopping, he at least has enough cool left to try not to show it. Man, he is not in shape for any more adventuring, not for a while. He drifts after Bro, skin still prickling from the sensation that this couldn't be real.]

...Dave said it's been months.

[plushrumpus]

Yeah. [Bro stops to properly lock up the door behind them before heading down the stairs.] 'Bout two for me. Longer for them.

[crowsicle]

[Davesprite folds his good wing awkwardly in the stairwell before following. Now he really does feel bad for going MIA.]

No wonder I'm so fucking behind on shit.

[plushrumpus]

Yeah, well people kinda pop in and out of here at random. It's not like you got your Hogwarts letter late and missed the train in, all the while we've been having our gay magical schoolboy adventures without you.

[Yeah, hang tight buddy, they've got a ways to go, still. Because fuck elevators, those are for pussies.]

For a city full of people with super powers, this place is actually kinda bullshit.

[crowsicle]

[Stairs. B| ]

You got superheroes on top of monsters and time travel and shit? Whose schizophrenic crossover fanfiction is this, and how high do they even have to be.

[It's an attempt, anyway. This situation is surreal, even for him, and referencing his own shitty comic's one way to keep from cracking.]

[plushrumpus]

Hell if any of us know. But hey, guess that's Canada for you.

[crowsicle]

Here I thought all they had was hockey and moose shit.

[plushrumpus]

Well, surprise, it turned out there's a top-secret city full of people from a bunch of different dimensions with superpowers. And it's still pretty bullshit.

[Pretend there's a ding! coming from somewhere to signify their arrival to their floor, because it's not much longer before Bro's fishing out a key from his pocket and unlocking one of the doors.

413. Figures.]

But hey, it's better than nothing.

[crowsicle]

[Better than being dead.]

Yeah.

[He kind of peers around Bro's shoulder, not sure what to expect from this place. Or the people in it. He's still not sure how he feels about that GC chick (she's a pretty good troll, he'll give her that), and Dave...he shouldn't have left Dave.]