[ he doesn't get up from the floor just yet, mostly because part of him's distracted trying to think of anything else he can do to help quentin through the final stretch of this trial. maybe if they rifle around they could find some boots or something, but that feels like a dangerous thing to be doing during a trial, especially one where the killer has a special interest in one of them. ]
Guess the Entity has favourites. How're your hands?
[ best thing to do, he figures, is try and keep quentin out of sight. trapper's gonna get mad if he sees they messed with his entertainment. maybe david can put the kid on a gen and take the chase if trapper shows, but he's got no idea if quentin can even manage working on one right now. ]
[ gloves might be easier to find, less worry about sizes. might just make mental notes of where stuff is around ormond in case quentin, or any of the others, end up sent here in similar situations. seen a few of them sent out in pyjamas before. ]
[ since David hasn’t picked himself up just yet, quentin uses him as balance once he moved off the wall. a hand leaning on his shoulder until he got properly adjusted enough for decent balance. he’s careful not to linger and moves away to the door to lean on the frame and peek around it. he’s walked on trapper injuries before but the added fact that his feet are blue, red, and numb from being bare in the snow are a new test of tolerance. He thinks he can run. Probably. Not well but whatever.
He’s already pulling the nearest furniture drawer open as quietly as he can to rummage in there, hoping for something like a sock or a hell he’ll even take someone’s old moth eaten underpants and wrap it around his foot. All he finds, like all he ever finds, is more damn medical supplies. He shakes a bottle of pills next to his ear and sticks them in the pocket of David’s jacket. ]
I’m sure as shit not one of them. Uh…
[ His hands are held in front of his face, red with tinted purple nails. He flex’s his fingers carefully. Numb to the point of not feeling the tips. Icy. He knows what David is really asking though and it’s “are you still useful?” ]
Good. I was worried I was gonna have to hold your hands to warm 'em up.
[ they don't... look great, but getting him on a generator is probably a better use of time. then they can get out of here and deposit quentin by the campfire. ]
[ no heartbeat, so david's gonna guess trapper's busy resetting all the traps meg broke, so they should be good. he pulls himself to his feet and looks at quentin, a slight frown of concern at the way he's moving. ]
You good to move or you wanna see if there's something we can put on your feet round here?
[ it's a lodge after all, there's gotta be at least some socks somewhere. ]
[ It's stated with this half-grin and his hands are held out as a mock offer before he shrugs and puts them back in the jackets pockets to keep them as warm as possible without David even answering.
He's still looking around himself, not a full search just peeking in without expecting to find anything. Quentin nods at the question. The last thing he wants to be is a useless liability here. It's important the others get out. ]
I actually think anything that would go on my feet would be downstairs. You know where those shelves and cubby lockers are downstairs on the side? But that's going to eat at our time and it's pretty exposed.
[ He starts moving to the door again. ] I can move. It's fine. My foot probably won't fall off if we're going fast or I can just look by myself to not weigh you down here.
[ david pats quentin on the arm, following behind him. he doesn't want to stop and search through the place, but there's nothing wrong with slowing down a little to glance over the shelves and the lockers. ]
[ though... maybe he should take point on that. knowing quentin he'll probably end up with a million medical supplies and no footwear. somehow not even a bandage to use for makeshift socks. ]
[ There’s a breath of relief in the middle of his words, even if there’s some guilt there David’s going to slow down. He wasn’t looking forward to snow feet round 2.
Taking point would have been a good idea considering they’re upstairs and that’s downstairs. Quentin’s slow but he’s moving just fine. Just fine. Down the stairs and… then down the stairs a lot faster with nothing to break the fall after losing balance after the landing and unintentionally fast-vaulting the rest of the way down in a rolling mess of limbs.
To his credit, he gets back up himself. Quentin keeps moving towards the lockers in a zig-zag, breathing heavily and holding his head. His other hand held out towards David. ]
[ david pushes forward past quentin to start scanning over the main room, stifling a laugh by pressing his lips together with raised eyebrows, suddenly very interested in pushing this snowglobe aside as if there would be anything behind it that he didn't see. ]
Mmhm.
[ quick glance quentinward, clearly trying not to laugh still. ]
[ Quentin is pulling the hand back from his head and looking at it, checking for blood before moving towards the back where he thinks he saw shoes at some point. He's going to be so bruised. When David looks at him, his lips are pressed together in a way that makes him look reminiscent of Kermit the Frog. He rolls his eyes. ]
Nothing at all.
[ As predicted by David, he's not finding anything outside of his niche of medical supplies. He doesn't know why he expects anything else. The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and-
He moves about and checks a locker at random. He tucks a package of colorful band-aids under his arm and then lets out a soft "AH-HA!" and holds up an ice-pack up for David to see, flashing him a large grin dripping with sarcasm. This is funny and he can't feel his toes. He's being openly mocked at by the Entity. ]
[ if quentin thinks that's never getting brought up again, he's got another thing coming. gotta take your laughs where you can get them in the fog. ]
[ he lets another small huff of a laugh at quentin's discovery and david offers him a thumbs up and a grin in return. ]
Ah-- Sorted then.
[ there's a luggage rack near that hole in the wall. clothes in one, just clothes in the next too. david presses his lips together, and then he crouches to look at the bottom shelf. maybe-- that one feels more solid than just clothes would be. ]
Found a pair of boots. [ david holds them up, a pair of white and blue snow boots. they're definitely too big for quentin, but hey. it's better than too small. ] Lace 'em up tight, they shouldn't slow you down too much.
[ “That time Quentin fell down the stairs at Ormond.” ]
Right? I’m saved. [ He puts the ice pack back where e found it, thinking it useless. If there were a fridge at camp maybe but there isn’t and David’s pockets aren’t big enough to carry that anyway.
Quentin thinks what David is finding is far more interesting. Mainly the fact that he found clothes. Quentin’s shifting through it as fast as possible and grabbing the first pair of pants he finds and throwing those right on, awkwardly hopping on his good foot to do it. ]
Bless you gray sweatpants. I love you so much.
[ He goes right back to look, pulling a random jersey over his head then going back for another shirt or another jacket or-
He jumps back from the clothes, flinching like something in the luggage bit him.
He inhales a deep breath then runs a hand through his hair. The next second he’s violently yanking a stripped sweater out of the luggage and throwing it across the hallway away from them. Could’ve worn it for warmth but instead he’s opting to curse it out. ]
Mother fucking ugly piece of shit- … What did you say?
[ Boots. He stares at him blankly then seems to reboot and takes them. He sits down, following David’s instructions and lacing them as tight as circulation will allow. ]
I owe you like… I don’t know. Something. We’ll figure it out later.
[ geez, he always forgets what a temper quentin's got on him. the sleep deprivation can't help either, but watching that sweater fall sadly on the floor only to get insulted is new. ]
Nah. [ watching the outside while quentin does up the boots, a small shrug and a shake of his head. dismissive. ] Don't worry about it.
[ quentin's pretty solidly one of the only ones david knows would do the same if their situations were reversed. or he'd try to help at least, but he's not so sure the kid would be all that successful in any way that was actually helpful. ]
[ still, the hypothetical altruism isn't hypothetically unappreciated. ]
[ plus it really only benefits everyone if quentin's functional. unless someone gets chased off, those doors should be powered soon and somehow quentin gets them open faster than most. ]
Long as you get out of this one it means this little diversion was worth it.
[ Everyone often forgets about his temper until he’s throwing a fit. He ties the boot while actively glaring at it just because. Sleep deprivation does not, in fact, help you not be cranky. Once it seems like it’s not going anywhere he gets back up, tapping his toes against the wall to make sure. ]
You’re kind of the best, man.
[ David with his tough exterior that pulls absolutely insane moves like jumping out windows and going into trials already injured. He’ll call you stupid right to your face but keeps pulling through and asks for nothing back with a surprising gentleness. What a guy.
He moves next to him with easier but awkward steps, feeling sort of lopsided with oversized boots. It’s a bit like wading through water though and he’s got it. He’s hunched next to David, blowing on his hands ]
You build up a tolerance to this, right? I didn’t want to do the polar plunge into Erie but I should’ve. [ A hopeful question. Ormond exists in the cycle and now so does this. He’s not looking forward to it in the slightest.
Okay technically he’s not building up a tolerance to being impaled in the shoulder and everyone screams still so probably not but give him some good news.
He puts his arm out front of David and points at the ground, barely visible metal sticking out from the snow, ready to snatch them the second they leave. ]
Never really feel like my nips are gonna freeze off anymore if that's what you're asking.
[ he's hilarious. ]
[ david has thoughts on the clothes, the way the entity dresses them up for trials, but it's one of few things they actually seem able to adjust to. because david never gets any less afraid to die when he's on that hook, never gets used to the killers' attacks, but even wearing sunglasses on midwich doesn't really hamper him like it did the first time. ]
[ he shakes off those thoughts when quentin stops him stepping in a trap, and he nods his thanks. briefly considers disarming it but then decides it's better not to alert trapper to anything going on over here. ]
Nah. Not yet. [ on second thought this is a good spot for running the killer, the whole lodge is, so disarming the trap only benefits everyone and david kneels to do exactly that. ]
There's a gen between the information board and one of the exits, was most of the way when I left.
[ the obvious implication being that quentin better start moving that way the second that trap snaps shut. ]
Cool. That's a relief. I wasn't looking forward to having them be able to cut diamonds every fucking time.
[ Quentin says it, crossing his arms over his chest to, well, keep those warm. David's providing an interesting bit of new knowledge to him, since he's one of the only people here that wasn't privy to what it's like to have the Entity play dress up with them.
He nods, relieved the coast is clear and stares at David as he kneels down. ]
I- Okay. Okay. [ He shifts his feet in place, testing his ankle and taking a couple of whatever pills he stuffed in his pocket earlier, eyes scanning around them and settles on looking at the tall imposing muscular figure standing there outside, right to the side watching them. Hi Trapper. Insidious, huh? ]
UH- David. David, he's right there. [ There's an urgency to his tone. The killer holds up a hand and waves as the trap snaps shut. That's when it starts moving towards them. Again, louder- ] David! [ He's grabbing a handful of the back of the other's shirt as if he could pull him back to his feet that way. ]
[ standing and running would be the smart thing to do, that's for certain, but he's made a point mentally that he is going to get quentin out of this trial alive. so it's time to get a little reckless. ]
You go on. [ david stands, eyes on trapper, backs up a few steps so he's close to that pallet inside as that big bastard approaches. more importantly, making sure he's solidly between quentin and the killer. ] I'll catch you up at the gate, yeah?
[ Standing and running is the smart move. Standing and running is what he's trying to get David to do by tugging on him to move. ]
What? [ It's incredulous. He shouldn't be stupid. Quentin backs up too, since he was practically glued behind him, with quick uneven shuffling steps. He looks up at the pallet then at David and releases his grip on his shirt, backing up more so he wouldn't dare be in the way if that gets thrown down. ]
Are you fucking serious? [ This guy. David's squaring up to this seven-foot tall monstrosity of a man apparently. David King is insane. And he massively respects that. ] If you don't, I'm coming back for you. [ Less of a warning and more of a factual statement. ]
[ trapper hesitates, that moment most killers have where they're trying to judge if they can get to the survivor before they throw down the pallet. a mistake, really, because the hesitation makes it all the easier for david to judge the timing and slam it down on his head when he lunges. ]
[ man those stun noises are always so satisfying. ]
Good. Go!
[ he hisses at quentin, this close to shoving him if he doesn't move. david can probably keep trapper occupied a while, figures if most of his traps got used to bully quentin, there can't be many in chase routes. david's not some god-tier looper, but without his kit trapper's not that hot in a chase either. ]
[ Quentin's backing up further, quicker, while there's that moment of hesitation. He didn't turn around yet, watching watching-- when the pallet comes down Quentin let's out a loud: ]
HA!
[ Then turns to actually listen to David and make a run for it. Lingering and antagonizing Trapper while David is trying to take the attention off of him is not a good idea. Not one bit. He does an entirely awkward hop-step around the lodge as he goes through it, narrowly avoiding the trap right in front of the fireplace he noted had been there earlier. He exits through the opposite side. ]
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Guess the Entity has favourites. How're your hands?
[ best thing to do, he figures, is try and keep quentin out of sight. trapper's gonna get mad if he sees they messed with his entertainment. maybe david can put the kid on a gen and take the chase if trapper shows, but he's got no idea if quentin can even manage working on one right now. ]
[ gloves might be easier to find, less worry about sizes. might just make mental notes of where stuff is around ormond in case quentin, or any of the others, end up sent here in similar situations. seen a few of them sent out in pyjamas before. ]
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He’s already pulling the nearest furniture drawer open as quietly as he can to rummage in there, hoping for something like a sock or a hell he’ll even take someone’s old moth eaten underpants and wrap it around his foot. All he finds, like all he ever finds, is more damn medical supplies. He shakes a bottle of pills next to his ear and sticks them in the pocket of David’s jacket. ]
I’m sure as shit not one of them. Uh…
[ His hands are held in front of his face, red with tinted purple nails. He flex’s his fingers carefully. Numb to the point of not feeling the tips. Icy. He knows what David is really asking though and it’s “are you still useful?” ]
Fine. Workable.
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[ they don't... look great, but getting him on a generator is probably a better use of time. then they can get out of here and deposit quentin by the campfire. ]
[ no heartbeat, so david's gonna guess trapper's busy resetting all the traps meg broke, so they should be good. he pulls himself to his feet and looks at quentin, a slight frown of concern at the way he's moving. ]
You good to move or you wanna see if there's something we can put on your feet round here?
[ it's a lodge after all, there's gotta be at least some socks somewhere. ]
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[ It's stated with this half-grin and his hands are held out as a mock offer before he shrugs and puts them back in the jackets pockets to keep them as warm as possible without David even answering.
He's still looking around himself, not a full search just peeking in without expecting to find anything. Quentin nods at the question. The last thing he wants to be is a useless liability here. It's important the others get out. ]
I actually think anything that would go on my feet would be downstairs. You know where those shelves and cubby lockers are downstairs on the side? But that's going to eat at our time and it's pretty exposed.
[ He starts moving to the door again. ] I can move. It's fine. My foot probably won't fall off if we're going fast or I can just look by myself to not weigh you down here.
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[ david pats quentin on the arm, following behind him. he doesn't want to stop and search through the place, but there's nothing wrong with slowing down a little to glance over the shelves and the lockers. ]
[ though... maybe he should take point on that. knowing quentin he'll probably end up with a million medical supplies and no footwear. somehow not even a bandage to use for makeshift socks. ]
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[ There’s a breath of relief in the middle of his words, even if there’s some guilt there David’s going to slow down. He wasn’t looking forward to snow feet round 2.
Taking point would have been a good idea considering they’re upstairs and that’s downstairs. Quentin’s slow but he’s moving just fine. Just fine. Down the stairs and… then down the stairs a lot faster with nothing to break the fall after losing balance after the landing and unintentionally fast-vaulting the rest of the way down in a rolling mess of limbs.
To his credit, he gets back up himself. Quentin keeps moving towards the lockers in a zig-zag, breathing heavily and holding his head. His other hand held out towards David. ]
Ow… Fuck. You never saw that, okay?
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Mmhm.
[ quick glance quentinward, clearly trying not to laugh still. ]
Saw what?
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Nothing at all.
[ As predicted by David, he's not finding anything outside of his niche of medical supplies. He doesn't know why he expects anything else. The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and-
He moves about and checks a locker at random. He tucks a package of colorful band-aids under his arm and then lets out a soft "AH-HA!" and holds up an ice-pack up for David to see, flashing him a large grin dripping with sarcasm. This is funny and he can't feel his toes. He's being openly mocked at by the Entity. ]
Do you see anything?
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[ he lets another small huff of a laugh at quentin's discovery and david offers him a thumbs up and a grin in return. ]
Ah-- Sorted then.
[ there's a luggage rack near that hole in the wall. clothes in one, just clothes in the next too. david presses his lips together, and then he crouches to look at the bottom shelf. maybe-- that one feels more solid than just clothes would be. ]
Found a pair of boots. [ david holds them up, a pair of white and blue snow boots. they're definitely too big for quentin, but hey. it's better than too small. ] Lace 'em up tight, they shouldn't slow you down too much.
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Right? I’m saved. [ He puts the ice pack back where e found it, thinking it useless. If there were a fridge at camp maybe but there isn’t and David’s pockets aren’t big enough to carry that anyway.
Quentin thinks what David is finding is far more interesting. Mainly the fact that he found clothes. Quentin’s shifting through it as fast as possible and grabbing the first pair of pants he finds and throwing those right on, awkwardly hopping on his good foot to do it. ]
Bless you gray sweatpants. I love you so much.
[ He goes right back to look, pulling a random jersey over his head then going back for another shirt or another jacket or-
He jumps back from the clothes, flinching like something in the luggage bit him.
He inhales a deep breath then runs a hand through his hair. The next second he’s violently yanking a stripped sweater out of the luggage and throwing it across the hallway away from them. Could’ve worn it for warmth but instead he’s opting to curse it out. ]
Mother fucking ugly piece of shit- … What did you say?
[ Boots. He stares at him blankly then seems to reboot and takes them. He sits down, following David’s instructions and lacing them as tight as circulation will allow. ]
I owe you like… I don’t know. Something. We’ll figure it out later.
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Nah. [ watching the outside while quentin does up the boots, a small shrug and a shake of his head. dismissive. ] Don't worry about it.
[ quentin's pretty solidly one of the only ones david knows would do the same if their situations were reversed. or he'd try to help at least, but he's not so sure the kid would be all that successful in any way that was actually helpful. ]
[ still, the hypothetical altruism isn't hypothetically unappreciated. ]
[ plus it really only benefits everyone if quentin's functional. unless someone gets chased off, those doors should be powered soon and somehow quentin gets them open faster than most. ]
Long as you get out of this one it means this little diversion was worth it.
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You’re kind of the best, man.
[ David with his tough exterior that pulls absolutely insane moves like jumping out windows and going into trials already injured. He’ll call you stupid right to your face but keeps pulling through and asks for nothing back with a surprising gentleness. What a guy.
He moves next to him with easier but awkward steps, feeling sort of lopsided with oversized boots. It’s a bit like wading through water though and he’s got it. He’s hunched next to David, blowing on his hands ]
You build up a tolerance to this, right? I didn’t want to do the polar plunge into Erie but I should’ve. [ A hopeful question. Ormond exists in the cycle and now so does this. He’s not looking forward to it in the slightest.
Okay technically he’s not building up a tolerance to being impaled in the shoulder and everyone screams still so probably not but give him some good news.
He puts his arm out front of David and points at the ground, barely visible metal sticking out from the snow, ready to snatch them the second they leave. ]
Do you see him?
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[ he's hilarious. ]
[ david has thoughts on the clothes, the way the entity dresses them up for trials, but it's one of few things they actually seem able to adjust to. because david never gets any less afraid to die when he's on that hook, never gets used to the killers' attacks, but even wearing sunglasses on midwich doesn't really hamper him like it did the first time. ]
[ he shakes off those thoughts when quentin stops him stepping in a trap, and he nods his thanks. briefly considers disarming it but then decides it's better not to alert trapper to anything going on over here. ]
Nah. Not yet. [ on second thought this is a good spot for running the killer, the whole lodge is, so disarming the trap only benefits everyone and david kneels to do exactly that. ]
There's a gen between the information board and one of the exits, was most of the way when I left.
[ the obvious implication being that quentin better start moving that way the second that trap snaps shut. ]
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[ Quentin says it, crossing his arms over his chest to, well, keep those warm. David's providing an interesting bit of new knowledge to him, since he's one of the only people here that wasn't privy to what it's like to have the Entity play dress up with them.
He nods, relieved the coast is clear and stares at David as he kneels down. ]
I- Okay. Okay. [ He shifts his feet in place, testing his ankle and taking a couple of whatever pills he stuffed in his pocket earlier, eyes scanning around them and settles on looking at the tall imposing muscular figure standing there outside, right to the side watching them. Hi Trapper. Insidious, huh? ]
UH- David. David, he's right there. [ There's an urgency to his tone. The killer holds up a hand and waves as the trap snaps shut. That's when it starts moving towards them. Again, louder- ] David! [ He's grabbing a handful of the back of the other's shirt as if he could pull him back to his feet that way. ]
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You go on. [ david stands, eyes on trapper, backs up a few steps so he's close to that pallet inside as that big bastard approaches. more importantly, making sure he's solidly between quentin and the killer. ] I'll catch you up at the gate, yeah?
[ fucking insidious he hates this fucker. ]
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What? [ It's incredulous. He shouldn't be stupid. Quentin backs up too, since he was practically glued behind him, with quick uneven shuffling steps. He looks up at the pallet then at David and releases his grip on his shirt, backing up more so he wouldn't dare be in the way if that gets thrown down. ]
Are you fucking serious? [ This guy. David's squaring up to this seven-foot tall monstrosity of a man apparently. David King is insane. And he massively respects that. ] If you don't, I'm coming back for you. [ Less of a warning and more of a factual statement. ]
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[ man those stun noises are always so satisfying. ]
Good. Go!
[ he hisses at quentin, this close to shoving him if he doesn't move. david can probably keep trapper occupied a while, figures if most of his traps got used to bully quentin, there can't be many in chase routes. david's not some god-tier looper, but without his kit trapper's not that hot in a chase either. ]
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HA!
[ Then turns to actually listen to David and make a run for it. Lingering and antagonizing Trapper while David is trying to take the attention off of him is not a good idea. Not one bit. He does an entirely awkward hop-step around the lodge as he goes through it, narrowly avoiding the trap right in front of the fireplace he noted had been there earlier. He exits through the opposite side. ]