Stitch Two [Audio] (Backdated to the 20th)

[topgun_textiles]

[The sound of howling winds is there at first, but it's hollow, joined by the white noise of ice striking walls of some sort. The voice that pipes up may be familiar to some, but it's shaky and weary, like someone had been out in the cold for far too long.]

Hey... h-hey, c-can anybody hear m-me? This damn thing better work...!

Wh-what happens when th-there's ice goin' up your b-bod-bod... [He needed time to shiver.] ...Body...?

How do ya stop it? We stopped f-f-fighting... s-s-so it should d-disappear, r-right?

[The voice quiets a moment, then lowers, speaking to another:]

A'right... It should s-s-send. I'll s-stick it on my d-damn p-persona if I need to! J-just hang in there, okay?



[ooc: Considering they're huddled up together, replies will be made by both, thus the tags.]

Comments

[visual]

[polyturtle]

It sucks knowing and knowing there's next to shell you can do about it, either. Naturally.

[He'd be sounding more upset if he wasn't so annoyed and resigned to the whole thing. Because of course, on top of everything else he needs to be paranoid about--]

Get inside. You'll survive longer, at least.

[audio]

[topgun_textiles]

...Uhh... y-yeah, workin' on that. Eventually. We're s-stuck right n-now.

[visual]

[polyturtle]

Good luck, then.