[ the second he hears movement when he calls out, steve feels a bit like he can breathe again. when he lifts his eyes up to the next level of whatever structure it is they've fallen onto, geralt is crouching down and holding out a hand for him, one that steve takes and uses to pull himself up to the next floor. ]
Yeah- nothing's broken.
[ it's not until he's up on that next level and on his feet that steve actually gives himself the time to look around, not really sure what he's supposed to be seeing. there are buildings, or he guesses they're buildings, though they look more like shipping crates on top of shipping crates.
off in the distance is much of the same - more of these strangely stacked buildings, rolling clouds that make steve feel like there must be a kind of storm on the horizon, and then there is that pink stuff everywhere. it reminds steve a bit of the fair, or the concession stand at the movies - like too much cotton candy and too small a space. steve can't quite pull his eyes away from it, though he doesn't know what it is that's caught his attention. something about the mass, about the ooze, how it's everywhere, in almost all the windows, how it's kind of consumed the lower levels of the buildings, how it's...it's not moving, is it?
that's when geralt breaks the window and steve jumps, his attention turning back to the task at hand, which apparently involves geralt climbing through a window that is...well. steve was going to say too small for him. but the larger man manages, and steve follows suit quick after him, having a much easier time sliding through the frame and ending up in the middle of the kitchen.
it's dark - but not pitch black. steve looks around for a light switch. ]
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Yeah- nothing's broken.
[ it's not until he's up on that next level and on his feet that steve actually gives himself the time to look around, not really sure what he's supposed to be seeing. there are buildings, or he guesses they're buildings, though they look more like shipping crates on top of shipping crates.
off in the distance is much of the same - more of these strangely stacked buildings, rolling clouds that make steve feel like there must be a kind of storm on the horizon, and then there is that pink stuff everywhere. it reminds steve a bit of the fair, or the concession stand at the movies - like too much cotton candy and too small a space. steve can't quite pull his eyes away from it, though he doesn't know what it is that's caught his attention. something about the mass, about the ooze, how it's everywhere, in almost all the windows, how it's kind of consumed the lower levels of the buildings, how it's...it's not moving, is it?
that's when geralt breaks the window and steve jumps, his attention turning back to the task at hand, which apparently involves geralt climbing through a window that is...well. steve was going to say too small for him. but the larger man manages, and steve follows suit quick after him, having a much easier time sliding through the frame and ending up in the middle of the kitchen.
it's dark - but not pitch black. steve looks around for a light switch. ]
Do you think these are people's homes?