Marco (thatdarnoctopus) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-06-19 00:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 038, erran, marco |
Who: Erran & Marco
When: Around 2 pm
Where: Erran's room
Marco had left Juno at some point. As nice as not existing with her was, he had hardly eaten the day before, and they parted ways after food, just in time for a storm to start up. Marco wasn't afraid of storms, or the dark, but he had been fighting thoughts about the thing that had apparently come to him the night before, and in the confusion of freaking out and not existing, he'd forgotten to take his morning dose of meds, which, while it wasn't the end of the world, it sure as hell didn't help. As the storm picked up, he wandered back to his room where he absently played solitaire and waited for it to pass.
And then the power went out. Marco had shot up, ready to flee at that loud crack of thunder that had knocked the house's power out, but he stayed in his room. This was a storm, it wasn't them messing with them again, right? The power would come back. So, he waited, and tried not to freak out at the claps of thunder, or the voices screaming at him, or that shadow figure in the corner with the hat and the beak--
Alright, fine, so not freaking out wasn't exactly an option today. Marco bolted from his room, nearly slipping on tile wet from the open hallways as he ran to a safe place, wherever that was. What was safe in a storm? Cellars? Storm cellars were a thing, right? So he decided that the basement was the safest place, and he went for the stairs, moving down them as quickly as he could without falling.
But as he wandered downstairs, he caught sight of the pool, which was now overflowing. If the pool was flooding, then the water would all end up in the basement, he was sure. That was how that worked, right? Gravity would pull the water down, and down was the basement. Even if he was on the other side of the house, all the water was going towards the basement. His new plan became to just stay away from the basement, where all the water was going. He moved to the other side of the first floor, and sat down with his back to a wall when he felt that he was a safe enough distance away. He let out another small shout in response to some lightning, and he waited. The power needed to come back on. It just needed to.