[ The fog is bad. The town had been bad, before, because it's a new place and she doesn't know where she is or why she's there or what's happening. Parker had broken into a few houses, but they'd all been empty. And old. Creepy. No computers, no way to try to find out where she was or contact Hardison or...anything.
So she'd gone back outside, and now she regrets it, because she's seen plenty of fog before but it's never been like this. It's dense, almost like...like it's real, not that fog isn't real, but this is real in a way fog shouldn't be. Too thick to see through, almost too thick to move through, and it disorients her almost immediately. If she could just find a building, she could scale it. Get above the fog. See where she is and get inside somewhere where it's safe.
Seeing someone else should be a relief, even to Parker. But it isn't. The first impulse she has on seeing another figure in the fog is to get away, and she does, backing up until she hits a tree - too small to climb, not helpful. She switches direction and goes a different way until she sees another figure, setting off the same mental alarm bells as the first, and before she knows it she's almost running, almost panicking, just trying to get away from the figures that she would swear are closing in on her.
She's so freaked out, she doesn't even notice that they're not chasing her, not even looking at her. It doesn't occur to her that maybe she's finding more of them because she's moving faster. And then she sees another one right in front of her and suddenly she's not moving at all, skidding to a stop with eyes wide open in equal parts hope and horror. ]
Eliot?
[ It is. It's a very distinctive Eliot. She pushes aside the feeling of danger, of wrongness that he gives off as much as the others, and runs for him. ]
Eliot!
[ But he doesn't turn to her, doesn't reach for her or even scowl in annoyance or bark out a where the hell you been, Parker? He just keeps moving, slow, almost drifting in a way that Eliot never moves, and his eyes don't seem to see anything at all.
It's too much. It's not fair. She feels so scared now she's almost sick, but she forces herself to move, to get right up in his face and scream. ]
ELIOT!
exploration
[ The fog doesn't follow her indoors, thankfully, and neither do the...people. (People, because they can't be ghosts, because that would mean that he - )
But they don't follow her in, which is something. She ends up in the movie theater, which is as small and empty as the houses she's stumbled on before. She wanders through the empty rows, pausing to stare briefly at the stale popcorn underfoot before shaking her head briefly. No. She's not quite there yet.
The theater is also as out of date as the rest of the town, it turns out, if not more so. Parker's never tried to work a film projector before. But it's either try to learn or think about everything else, so.
Movie time it is. Or maybe break-the-projector-so-no-one-gets-movies-ever-again time. Might be good for someone to stop her before she finds out which one it's gonna be. ]
to see and be seen
[ The signs on the board are fascinating, especially the ones she doesn't understand. Parker reads them all, standing stock-still in front of the board and completely focused on the scribbled notes and pleas and offers. There's a lot to take note of. People asking about magic. About...creatures attacking. Cryptic warnings about the fog (a little late, but thanks for the effort). Offers of help she immediately disregards because she's not an idiot.
Eliot's name. She's trying not to think too much about that.
Suddenly she stiffens, eyes darting to the side as she frowns. The feeling's been growing for a while now, she realizes, and she should have noticed it earlier. But whoever's watching hadn't taken the opportunity to try to shoot her while she wasn't paying attention, so rather than just disappearing she whirls around, glaring suspiciously in every direction. ]
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Parker | Leverage
[ The fog is bad. The town had been bad, before, because it's a new place and she doesn't know where she is or why she's there or what's happening. Parker had broken into a few houses, but they'd all been empty. And old. Creepy. No computers, no way to try to find out where she was or contact Hardison or...anything.
So she'd gone back outside, and now she regrets it, because she's seen plenty of fog before but it's never been like this. It's dense, almost like...like it's real, not that fog isn't real, but this is real in a way fog shouldn't be. Too thick to see through, almost too thick to move through, and it disorients her almost immediately. If she could just find a building, she could scale it. Get above the fog. See where she is and get inside somewhere where it's safe.
Seeing someone else should be a relief, even to Parker. But it isn't. The first impulse she has on seeing another figure in the fog is to get away, and she does, backing up until she hits a tree - too small to climb, not helpful. She switches direction and goes a different way until she sees another figure, setting off the same mental alarm bells as the first, and before she knows it she's almost running, almost panicking, just trying to get away from the figures that she would swear are closing in on her.
She's so freaked out, she doesn't even notice that they're not chasing her, not even looking at her. It doesn't occur to her that maybe she's finding more of them because she's moving faster. And then she sees another one right in front of her and suddenly she's not moving at all, skidding to a stop with eyes wide open in equal parts hope and horror. ]
Eliot?
[ It is. It's a very distinctive Eliot. She pushes aside the feeling of danger, of wrongness that he gives off as much as the others, and runs for him. ]
Eliot!
[ But he doesn't turn to her, doesn't reach for her or even scowl in annoyance or bark out a where the hell you been, Parker? He just keeps moving, slow, almost drifting in a way that Eliot never moves, and his eyes don't seem to see anything at all.
It's too much. It's not fair. She feels so scared now she's almost sick, but she forces herself to move, to get right up in his face and scream. ]
ELIOT!
exploration
[ The fog doesn't follow her indoors, thankfully, and neither do the...people. (People, because they can't be ghosts, because that would mean that he - )
But they don't follow her in, which is something. She ends up in the movie theater, which is as small and empty as the houses she's stumbled on before. She wanders through the empty rows, pausing to stare briefly at the stale popcorn underfoot before shaking her head briefly. No. She's not quite there yet.
The theater is also as out of date as the rest of the town, it turns out, if not more so. Parker's never tried to work a film projector before. But it's either try to learn or think about everything else, so.
Movie time it is. Or maybe break-the-projector-so-no-one-gets-movies-ever-again time. Might be good for someone to stop her before she finds out which one it's gonna be. ]
to see and be seen
[ The signs on the board are fascinating, especially the ones she doesn't understand. Parker reads them all, standing stock-still in front of the board and completely focused on the scribbled notes and pleas and offers. There's a lot to take note of. People asking about magic. About...creatures attacking. Cryptic warnings about the fog (a little late, but thanks for the effort). Offers of help she immediately disregards because she's not an idiot.
Eliot's name. She's trying not to think too much about that.
Suddenly she stiffens, eyes darting to the side as she frowns. The feeling's been growing for a while now, she realizes, and she should have noticed it earlier. But whoever's watching hadn't taken the opportunity to try to shoot her while she wasn't paying attention, so rather than just disappearing she whirls around, glaring suspiciously in every direction. ]
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