poly_chromatic | First Over || accidental video

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eight days of luke: david

First Over || accidental video

[ The video feed opens on a small, wet cardboard box and a handful of thoroughly soaked and utterly useless matches. From the quality of the audio, it's evident the recording is accidental. ]

Where am I? This isn't Ashbury. And-- Oh, great, how am I meant to call Luke now? Wait, what's this? Some sort of portable?

[ A hand comes into view as it picks up the device, revealing a sandy-blond boy in his late teens. His hair and clothes are a few decades out of date, and he seems confused enough by what he's holding to suggest he's not from around here. ]

Oh, it's a camera. Sort of? Where's the film go? [ In trying to figure out where to put the nonexistent film, David accidentally ends the feed. ]

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It's much more homely to eat in the kitchen anyway, I think. [They have to take a couple weird turns, but Luke keeps them on course anyway.] The curses Dulcie was mentioning. They're usually rather fun, but they can get a bit serious sometimes. And if they're horrible enough, I won't always be able to come when you call. I'll try to leave you a message on your device or on the Network if I can't. But you know I'd never mean to stay away, right?

[ David puts an arm around Luke's shoulders to reassure him. ]

I know that. It's alright if you can't.

[Grinning, Luke puts his arm around David's, onto his shoulders.] You're always fine, even when I'm worried you're not. [He synchronises his pace, and keeps a companionable arm about David as they walk.]

They're very hands-off, the landlords, because they're magic, I expect. We can just walk along the halls and search out an open flat, and they'll expect the rent from us monthly from then forward.

That sounds easy. No paperwork or anything.

[ David stares up at the buildings they pass. This is definitely a city... very different from Ashbury. ]

It has to work like that, because people are leaving all the time. Sometimes they even forget the first time they were here. [And here they are at the entrance to whatever building they're going to live in.]

You mean, you could leave and come back and not remember all your friends? That sounds very sad.

[ David lets go of Luke to open the door for him. ]

I might. But I'd still remember you, so it would be alright, in the end. [Walking ahead into the lobby, Luke presses the button for the lift.] What floor should we begin our search on?

But what about Dulcie? And Bruce, and Serrure? Wouldn't they be sad if you forgot them?

Um, floor eight, I think. Why not?

Alright. Eight. [The elevator goes ding, and the doors slide open, and Luke holds the door for David.]

I expect they would be, but I'm sure we'd become friends again, soon enough. They'd still be the same people I became friends with in the first place, wouldn't they?

I suppose they would. [ He follows Luke in, and is quiet for the flat ride up. When they get off he pauses. ]

Right or left? You choose.

Left. [No hesitation, he heads off.] Now's the bit where we try every door. I'll check even if you'll check odd.

All right. [ And he's knocking on 811, 813... When he knocks on 815 the door swings open. ]

Hey, this one looks empty.

[Meanwhile, Luke has skipped one door (because the stove is on, someone's cooking in there), wiggled the knob of another and found it locked, and opened a third to find a single white room. Odd. He turns away from the white room and walks over to peer into 815.]

Oh, this might work. Let's have a look.

[ David knocks, just in case, before stepping through the open door. The place is bare of everything but a couch, a kitchen set, and some papers on the floor. David picks one up. ]

This says there's a circus in town. Perhaps we can go?

[Luke stares at it, blinks, and then makes a face and shrugs.]

No, it's gone now. They left quite without expecting it. Which is alright, as it was a rubbish sort of circus.

Oh. Alright.

[ David shrugs and balls it up with the other trash, going to explore the rest of the flat. In addition to the kitchen/living room space, there's a modest bathroom and what looks like a bedroom but currently only has a bed frame. ]

We'd need mattresses, and another bed altogether. But this place looks good, don't you think?

[Luke picks it up after David's moved on, and burns it before following David in his explorations.]

Yes, I think so. Perhaps we might find a mattress in another flat. Just for now.

Yes, good thinking. [ He heads back into the hallway, knocking on doors. 817, 819, 821... "Oh no, sorry miss, didn't mean to bother you. You wouldn't happen to have a spare mattress, would you?" ]

[Locked, locked, locked, open and full to the brim with junk, locked, and open again. Luke finds a mattress in one corner and subtly fumigates it before dragging it out into the hall.]

David?

[ David looks round and sees the mattress. ]

Oh brilliant! Let's drag it over.

I'll keep dragging it if you'll see if you can borrow some sheets off of someone. We can go out to the shops later.

[ The ~~NPC~~ lady David was talking to says she has an extra set of sheets, and after a moment in her apartment she returns to the door with a set of white flannel sheets with little flowers and vines on them. ]

Oh, thank you miss! We'll return them soon.

[ He takes the sheets and goes to follow Luke back to 815. ]

[Aaaand, mattress dragging. Luke stops right in the doorway to grab a key off of the small table beside the door. He tries it in the lock, and then hands it off to David.]

Here. You'll be the one needing this.

[Mattresses are unwieldy for anything but dragging, really. All the way into the bedroom he goes, and then sets it down, shoving it to sit properly on the bedframe. He heads into the living room after that, to grab two cushions off of the couch (which he also, subtly, fumigates, everything they own will smell like smoke for a little while) and carries them into the bedroom to fling at the head of the bed.]

[ David pockets the key and, while Luke is in the living room, makes the bed. He tosses the pillow cases aside since they won't fit the sofa cushions.

Finally when it's all done, he flops onto their new bed, happy as anything. It's not til this moment that he realises how tired he is. With a yawn, he closes his eyes.]

I could fall asleep right here and now.

Well, why not? [Luke flops down beside David, rolls sideways, and places his chin against David's shoulder.] There's no responsibilities, nothing we're meant to be doing, and no one to tell us to do it. [He hooks one arm onto David, his hand resting loosely on his chest.] If you feel like sleeping now, we can sleep now.

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