doesnothappen | IC: Dream Post

IC: Dream Post

The space you are standing in is cold and grey and very still. There is nothing beneath your feet, nowhere to go. You hang for a long moment, in this place with no place, without direction or a proper sense of time, until the light dims...

...and your feet touch ground. Your eyes are closed. When you open them, you find yourself here.

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It's mostly intact: a little girl, coated in grey mud, her limbs bent at odd angles. She looks like she could be related to Mau, but it's hard to tell.

[fixing the little girl up as best as she can, straightening up the her limbs and making sure her eyes are closed]

It takes time and care. She's all caught up in branches and vines, but eventually you can free her and lift her down.

There's a rustling in the jungle to your right.

[focusing too much on the body to take too much notice, only sparing the jungle a glance]

She looks like she was about seven, naked except for a loincloth. Her long, wavy black hair is matted with mud and salt.

The sound gets louder, slowly... something person sized is dragging something heavy out of the forest onto the sand.

[looking over at that]

Mau trudges out of the bush beside you, dragging a man's body as carefully as he can -- it's too heavy to carry. He pays you no attention.

Mau...

He doesn't respond in the slightest, not even glancing toward you. He just trudges on, dragging the body toward the water.

[following him, reaching out to touch his shoulder]

Mau.

He turns -- his eyes are streaming tears, but even now that you've touched him, he doesn't seem to see you. He looks puzzled for a moment, then turns away again to continue his slow progress.

Mau! Mau, please stop for a minute.

He doesn't hear you. He just keeps pulling his burden towards the water.

Of course he wouldn't--

[moving to pick up the side of the body that's dragging, to help Mau carry it to the water]

As some of the weight lifts he stumbles a little, and blinks like he's waking up.

"...Apple..?"

His voice is a hoarse croak.

Yes, it's me.

"What are you doing here..?"

Well...if I had to say a reason, it would be that I'm here to help you.

He slows to a stop and just... stares at her.

If you try to tell me not to, I won't listen.

"I won't. Thank you..."

[nods]

...We're bringing them to the water?

"Yes. To the deepwater current."

He points to the gap in the reef -- it looks much closer than it did when you were walking away from it.

[how odd]

It's farther away than it looks. Or maybe it isn't, from here?

"...it shouldn't be..."

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