dictated + action for anyone interested!

[gravedigs]

[ Isaac spent literally the entire day sleeping off a bout of wolfsbane poisoning that he isn't actually aware of, and he's still kinda out of it as a result, so he'll freak out way harder about the mysterious new locale later. Right now he's starving, so he smells his way down to where all the food is and pokes around the kitchen lethargically in a white t-shirt and sweatpants, hair messy and feet bare, looking for snacks. He's the very picture of dignity; someone come say hi and he'll reach stuff on the tall shelves for you! ]


[ Apparently, Isaac eventually gets his hands on some food, because you can hear the crunching of something loud like chips over the open page. He's even marginally more aware now! ]

Okay, so I'm going to feel really stupid if this doesn't actually work, but hello? Anyone?

... I should have brought a pen. And some sanity.

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[silentrunning]

[Chell's got her head in a cabinet when he walks in. Screw asking him to get stuff for her. she's climbing the shelves. But when someone walks in, she turns her head and peers at him. Then, grabbing what she wants, she lets go and lets gravity do the rest. She can't jump down, because of her loss, but she can drop. And drop she does, landing easily on her feet. Once down, she'll wave at him and start making that chocolate hazelnut spread sandwich she'd been planning on making. Someone has a sweet tooth.]

[gravedigs]

[ When Isaac sees her start to drop, he instinctively reaches out with both hands like he's going to catch her, even though he's across the room. When she waves he awkwardly pretends like he totally just meant to... lean against the nearby counter like a complete idiot. ] Uh. Hi. What's up? [ This is a pretty A+ first impression if Isaac does say so himself. ]

[silentrunning]

[She smiles. She's forgotten not EVERYBODY can drop like that...]

Not much... Just making a sandwich. You new around here?

[She finishes making her sandwich and holds it up.]

Want one?

[She'd be happy to make you one of these diabetes on a slice of bread, man.]

[gravedigs]

Yeah. I just woke up. [ He looks appropriately sheepish, and walks the rest of the way into the kitchen, perking up considerably at the offer. As a teenage boy, diabetes on a slice of bread sounds delicious. ] Sure! I mean, yeah, if you feel like making another. [ Smooth. ]