Voice || Alone in a Box

[notjustinthemirror]

Well this is fucking boring.

If this keeps going I'm willing to take one for the team, fill this coffin with alcohol and set it ablaze. Shoot this shit into the roof of the cave via explosion.

All I ask is you honor my memory by punching Fear in the face.

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[notjustinthemirror]

It seems like a viable option really.

At least it'll be doing something other than laying here.

[casperdisaster]

I could play music for you, I have some on my phone.

[notjustinthemirror]

.... Thanks, but I'll pass.

Are you in one of these boxes?

[casperdisaster]

No. I'm not sure I could be trapped in one. I'm looking for Adam and you. And everyone else too, of course.

[But Noah knows he's not the best at digging, at being around to keep on task. Everyone else will have people looking for them specifically, Arya has no shortage of people who care for her to find her for example. Adam has friends here too but he's special, Noah has to help Ronan look for him. As for the Demon, Noah's not entirely certain that others are looking for him, so. Someone needs to.]

[notjustinthemirror]

I didn't think I could get trapped either. And yet, here we are.

[He shifts around uncomfortably, he's losing feeling in his feet and he's not used to being in one place for more than an hour.]

All these wonderful powers I have, and I can't get out of a fucking box. If the Oro could see me now.

[And he laughs and laughs because this is pathetically hysterical, and also he's going completely stir crazy.]

[casperdisaster]

I found a spot it looks like no one's started on yet. I- I don't know if it's yours but I'm giving it a try, okay? Don't explode. I'm gonna be really mad if I find you and you're exploded.

[Noah internally laments that he does not really have anything he can threaten the Demon with until something comes to mind. The coward's only recourse.]

I'll cry. I'll cry so much.

[notjustinthemirror]

If I lit an entire coffin full of alcohol on fire, trust me, you'll know.

And you had better not.

[Sadly that's a threat that works because crying makes him really uncomfortable.]

[casperdisaster]

I'll cry so hard I'll get hiccups again.

[Noah keeps his phone to his shoulder as he starts digging. Even if it isn't Adam or the Demon down there, it's someone, as far as he knows there's no empty coffins.]

It'll be gross and uncomfortable for both of us. That'll happen if you explode before someone gets you out. So. Don't.

[notjustinthemirror]

[There's silence for a long time.]

You're the fucking worst.

[Fine. FINE. He's not going to explode the coffin even though it would have been awesome. Thanks captain killjoy. Just ruin all his fun.]

You're the first person to ever use crying as a threat.

[casperdisaster]

[Noah is perfectly fine with the Demon exploding things that aren't himself. He can light things on fire to his heart's content once he's out.

Noah can't resist a small smile just the same as he digs.]

I've only got the one game, here. Use what you have, right?

[notjustinthemirror]

Resourceful.

I'd be a lot more impressed if it wasn't being used against me.

[He can't hear any digging yet, but he's not sure how far down he is. He's not really six feet under... is he?]

[casperdisaster]

Sorry, that's what friends are for. You can light things on fire once you get out. Hm, I'd say I'd look for marshmallows and chocolate and graham crackers to make smores, but neither of us eat right now.

[notjustinthemirror]

I'm gonna light Fear's entire fucking temple on fire.

[Free knife or no, this is messed up.]

Will you miss eating?

[casperdisaster]

I haven't found any gelato here so the eating doesn't much matter, really. [Noah is uncommonly fond of gelato. It would figure he gets a body and never is anywhere that has it except that one time with the little pints of mass produced stuff. He still ate so many he got sick from it and still regrets nothing.]

Not gonna lie - I miss the drinking most of all. Pretty sure Ronan's cleared out almost all of my stash by now, though.

[notjustinthemirror]

It's almost like you don't know a guy who could make you any alcohol you could ever imagine. Must be rough.

What the fuck is gelato?

[casperdisaster]

I didn't want to presume or whatever.

Gelato is ice cream. Really extra creamy ice cream.

[notjustinthemirror]

A ghost who likes ice cream.

[You are so fucking adorable and he's just disgusted.]

Well, if you suddenly can drink again, I can make you whatever you like.

[casperdisaster]

[Yeah, he sounds actually genuinely really excited about more alcohol.]

Can you make schnapps?

[Because of course he prefers the fruity, sugary stuff.]

[notjustinthemirror]

That shit that smells like candycanes?

[There's the sound of a bottle unscrewing. Apparently he's testing it.]

Yes. Yes I can.

[casperdisaster]

Yes! I love schnapps, especially the flavored kind. I got wasted on butterscotch schnapps back at the place we were before. Drank like half the bottle, puked my guts out and was hungover past noon the next day.

[He says, cheerfully.]

[notjustinthemirror]

That's a good thing?

[He's never going to understand you humans.]

From what I understand being hungover is like being hit by the subway while underwater.

[casperdisaster]

Oh, yeah, it's awful. I've never heard it described that way before but it sounds accurate. Not that I've ever been hit by a subway while underwater.

[Yet ... he sounds so cheerful as he says that.]

[notjustinthemirror]

You sound really happy about all this.

[casperdisaster]

Well... Hangovers are the same, even if I'm different.

[notjustinthemirror]

So it's something familiar?

[He guesses that makes a little sense. Maybe. Not really.]

Most people don't really enjoy the bad things.