Backdated 3/7

[maidhem]

OHMIGOODDDDDD I THINK I BROKE HIM!!!!!!!

[Attached to the sudden message to the network late at night is a photo of Kei Shiragaki underneath a massive pile of boxes that had toppled over at a storage unit somewhere in the middle of town.

Felicia, panicked, did the first thing that came to mind:

Post to Retrospec.]

I swear to god if this is that doll I'm going to scream. Maybe it really was cursed. Maybe we shouldn't have tried to take it from it's lair...
[Following this is more rambling, babbling text message that string together into something nonsensical. Someone, help this girl.]

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not quite here.

[livingimpaired]

[ Thankfully, not knocked unconscious, but buried under a lot of boxes. He can't quite tell if anything is broken, but he can hear Felicia's muffled screaming and running around outside the buried boxes.

He's not regained any of his strength and so is just a very tall man of average abilities. His arms wiggle as the boxes violently shudder where he's buried under them, but that's the best he can do. ]

[maidhem]

[Somewhere outside of the pile Felicia is trying to move those blasted boxes in between sending frantic messages on Retrospec and repeatedly calling him everything from 'Kei' to 'Mister Shiragaki' to get a responce.

Her strength stat is horrible. She isn't having much luck.]

[livingimpaired]

[ Well. They're both not having a great time, but he isn't dead.

As he recalls, the only thing he asked was that Felicia make sure that he doesn't die. He takes in a deep breath and decides he won't die from suffocation. So, he just brings his hands back to cross them over his chest. Best not make too much strenuous activity -- what if he punches or shoves a box with glass in it? No, thank you.

Oh, right. He can't quite move his head but at least he gives a muffled, "Yeah?" ]

[maidhem]

Oh, good! You're alive!

[Felicia squeaked, sagging to her knees and flopping onto the nearest box. Her promise had been kept, by the grace of her ancestors in their snowy homeland.

Kei Shiragaki was alive. She couldn't ask for more.]

Are you hurt at all? I'm trying to get all these off of you!

[livingimpaired]

[ Kei makes a soft grunt -- most likely too soft to be heard -- when she flopped onto one of the boxes. He doesn't quite know what is going on but suddenly the weight on top of him got a little heavier.

Muffled: ]

Yes, Felicia. Please move the boxes.

[maidhem]

Yes! Of course!

[Hearing his voice stirred her to motion. Even though her strength was horrible, she had to try!]

I won't let you die here, Kei Shiragaki. Not on my watch!

[livingimpaired]

[ Muffled: ]

I am giving a thumbs up. You can't see it, because my hands are buried beneath these boxes, but it is there. In spirit.

Like the doll that is sitting next to me. [ Kei merely thought to lighten the situation by making light of the whole problem that they're presently having. Like she might get frustrated and yell that isn't funny and they will have a laugh. Felicia will laugh and Kei will accept the ever growing emptiness that is his existence, but at least some fun will be had by one person. ]

[maidhem]

[There was an audible gasp.]

The Santa is with you?

[The panic that lit Felicia's heart made it difficult for her to see the humor in the situation. Another time, perhaps, and she would have let out a wry giggle.But the storage complex was too deserted, and the hour was too late for comfort to be found in such humor. Nightmarish visions of the Santa impaling Kei on the hatstand threatened to bubble to the surface-- and Felicia, with her imagination too vivid, had some difficulty fighting them down.]

When we get you out of there, you can have the Santa.

[She swore, and she meant it.

Perhaps Kei would appreciate it more than she did.]

[livingimpaired]

[ He frowns a little bit in thought, and considers it acceptable. His head moves slightly and he wishes he hadn't as a box shifts to rest differently on his head. Kei merely realized that he was going to have the Santa anyway.

Oh, well. She's further panicked. His hands open in surrender as he accepts that he just isn't very good at comforting people in any sort of situation. Kei takes a moment, though, to try to think of something comforting to say in a few words.

Muffled: ]

No. He's gone. [ Nailed it. ]

[maidhem]

[Just. A muffled scream.]

[livingimpaired]

[ Whoops. Maybe not. ]

[maidhem]

I'll get you outta here, Kei!

[Felicia exclaimed with renewed vigor, huffing and puffing as she tackled the pile of boxes. It would be real trouble for all of them if they were attacked by Santa, and it was her duty to prevent that from happening.

Finally, she managed to remove one box.]

[livingimpaired]

[ Muffled: ]

Felicia. I'm going to end up haunting this storage unit. [ More his supportive statement that he does not think this is going to work, and maybe best that they wait someone to come help them. Since he's finally lifting his arms up to see what he can move, but since he had rested them over his chest -- like an asshole -- he finds them now trapped under the shifting boxes.

Great. ]

[maidhem]

I'm trying to get help, [she explained quickly, panic making her voice ring shrilly in the echoing lot of the storage facility.]

The only one who might be coming is someone called Andrew Hewley. He seems like a good person.

[livingimpaired]

[ Muffled: ]

Okay. I will just wait here, then.

[ Though, air might eventually become an issue. Something is probably sprained if not broken. The present dark pressing down all around him is suffocating in its own right but, eh...

Whatever. ]

[angealwings]

[ And Andrew showed up not that much later, a little winded as he ran - more like jogged - but present all the same. He was past the gate and coming in with a rather. Cautious. ]

Hello? Felicia? It's Andrew.

[ If she had already been talking about creepy dolls? Might do best to not scare her out. Common sense, he thought. ]

[maidhem]

Andrew?

[Felicia looked up from the pile of boxes she was trying to push, her pink hair tangled and limp from the exertion.]

We're right here! Thank you so much for coming.

[adoringpast]

[ sena, meanwhile, sped to the designated storage unit with his motorbike, and once he inputs the code and the door opens he bolts inside to find - ]

Kei-san?

[ he's also pretty winded from all this, give him a minute to catch his breath ]

Just... what the fuck is going on here?

[livingimpaired]

[ Frantic introductions are going on. Ok. ]

I'm Kei. How do you do this evening? Felicia is a little panicked, please console her a little. And maybe save me. The latter is more pressing but I feel I should say we should do the first...

[ And well, there are now a new voice other than Felicia's and Andrew's. Muffled, though, they are. One sounds familiar but -- his lips press together as he just decides to answer the question: ]

Internal bleeding. Probably. [ Doubtful, but he feels he should liven things up. ]

[angealwings]

Felicia.

[ Console her a little... Kei. ]

We will get him out.

Kei, my name is Andrew. Should we call for an ambulance?

And, Felicia, what is in the boxes, do you know?

[ He's... just going to give Sena a wave. At least there are no stairs to count this time? But knowing what is in the boxes will determine how to move them, after all, and how fast. It seems to him an important starting point. ]

[maidhem]

We were looking for a cursed Santa doll when everything fell...

[she explained, trailing off in worry as she listened to Kei's muffled words. Her heart pitched at the sound of 'internal bleeding', but Andrew's firm, steady voice prevented her from immediately panicking.]

I-I don't know what all Dad packed. It's probably stuff from our home up North.

[Over a decade's worth of age and dust had settled on the old, fond memories from when her family was still complete-- oh, but this was no time for nostalgia!]

We probably should call if Kei thinks there's internal injuries. I'm not sure my Staff can help with that.

[adoringpast]

[ oh hey, it's the horse dude. sena acknowledges him with a wave at least before crouching down to check kei's condition. ]

This really isn't a time to be joking around, Kei-san... Unless you're actually serious?

[ okay yeah in that case he's gonna stand up and crab one side of the a box, checking if it's light enough for him to lift up on his own. ]

And you. [ yes, that girl over there ] Do you really believe that some doll had something to do with all this? Maybe you're just that clumsy.

[livingimpaired]

[ No, he has exceptionally painful magic at his disposal to figure out. Calm: ]

No. I'm fine.

[ He hums, but knows that they can't hear it unless he makes it very loud. And Kei isn't sure that he should. ] Mizuki Sena? I'm not being particularly serious, no. I'm apologize for worrying everyone, however. My, my, how embarrassing.

[ Says the box pile as it wobbles. ]

[angealwings]

So we don't know if there's something in the boxes that may spill and leak. It'd be probably best to try to keep them as upright as possible.

[ Considering that they can't actually see Kei, yet, starting to remove what's on top of him, now that at least some status has been conveyed, sounds like a good plan. He stands across from Sena over the box, and tilts his head. Together? ]

Chances are that if it was her clumsiness, then it would not have been only him buried under the boxes. [ Moving and talking at the same time, can do. ] That said, this is the second time you've mentioned the doll, so I'm assuming there is a story there. Any chance we can get an outline?

[ See, after the fire breathing horses, the baby dragon, the phoenix, and the attacking elephant statue? Cursed Santa doll doesn't even seem that strange. ]

[maidhem]

Well...

[Felicia breathed in, letting allegations of her apparent clumsiness roll off of her as clean as rain-- because she wasn't as clumsy as her spaciness conveyed, not really-- and instead focused on Andrew's request.]

Mister Shiragaki was looking for a cursed doll earlier today, and his comments on Retrospec made me remember this creepy old Santa my Dad kept in storage for forever. I showed him a picture and he decided that it probably was cursed.

I just wanted it off of my hands, because it's not like Dad will even know it's gone anyway.

So... we came here and started looking. Then...

[She lifted a hand at the mess, wordlessly conveying the rest of the sordid tale.]