[ cue the disbelief. he expected it. unfortunately, there's really no time to dissect the fact they're in a dream. that would require him breaking down how he knows, and kol's not quite focused on giving his true (or slightly modified) origins story just yet.
as he moves the chair to place it beneath untouched ceiling tiles—the small it rancid—he glances over his shoulder to the creaking door. a part of him thinks to press his ability to manipulate this dream against it, but without knowing whose dream they're in, he doesn't want to poke too hard yet. better to get a sense of it through his heightened senses of smell and sound and see how best to prod.
as he stands on the chair and easily punches the ceiling tiles—nothing delicate here, guys!—kol speaks again, this time sounding a bit strained. ] I'll tell you lot later if we survive this.
[ if. it really does inspire a lot of hope.
he can hear daylight's footfalls move away from the computer station. ] Maybe you should take something just in case there's someone behind that door. [ there's chairs and bits of broken glass for daylight to take, if he so wishes to defend himself—does a robot need defending?—while kol wishes there was something to defend his nose. in fact, both of them should take something. he can at least rip the ceiling apart.
he does think about seeing if he can summon a breeze, but if he does that, do they lose the one leg they stand on? instead, he just pokes, pokes, pokes at the ceiling tiles. he once hid bodies in a ceiling—it seems kind of fitting something disgusting would be hidden in there. ]
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as he moves the chair to place it beneath untouched ceiling tiles—the small it rancid—he glances over his shoulder to the creaking door. a part of him thinks to press his ability to manipulate this dream against it, but without knowing whose dream they're in, he doesn't want to poke too hard yet. better to get a sense of it through his heightened senses of smell and sound and see how best to prod.
as he stands on the chair and easily punches the ceiling tiles—nothing delicate here, guys!—kol speaks again, this time sounding a bit strained. ] I'll tell you lot later if we survive this.
[ if. it really does inspire a lot of hope.
he can hear daylight's footfalls move away from the computer station. ] Maybe you should take something just in case there's someone behind that door. [ there's chairs and bits of broken glass for daylight to take, if he so wishes to defend himself—does a robot need defending?—while kol wishes there was something to defend his nose. in fact, both of them should take something. he can at least rip the ceiling apart.
he does think about seeing if he can summon a breeze, but if he does that, do they lose the one leg they stand on? instead, he just pokes, pokes, pokes at the ceiling tiles. he once hid bodies in a ceiling—it seems kind of fitting something disgusting would be hidden in there. ]