i. arrival | the cabin
This isn't the first time Darling has woken up in a strange place with no memory of how he got here. It's not even the first time recently he's done so. Last he knew, he'd been following a man off into the little section of black void he'd started to call home. After that? Who knows. Darkness again. Perhaps he'd only dreamed of meeting the man? A dream within the dream place, interesting.

But this? This is new. It's certainly a more solid location than he's been in, recently. There are walls, and furniture, and by the smell of it, there was previously food. Too bad the fire place isn't going, as the cabin is freezing. Darling wraps his arms around himself, since his lab coat doesn't give him much warmth, and starts moving around the cabin to inspect it more thoroughly.



ii. arrival | milton
Casper has never been so cold in his life. And he does not do the cold well, he knows that. It's why he wears so many layers all the time. But this time, his sweatervest, blazer, and lab coat are not helping keep away the chill. Which is why, when he sees the sign for the next town, he feels incredibly relieved. Moreso than when he'd found the radio in -- wherever it was he was last.

The scientist manages to stumble a few more steps in the snow before falling to his knees, shivering.



iii. froth-covered lungs
Casper Darling is faced with a dilemma. He wants, very badly, to go back out and study the green fog he can see through the windows from the relative comfort of the Community Hall. But the burn on his palm tells him that coming in direct contact with it would be a poor plan, indeed. Perhaps there is someone with less exposed skin or more experience with this place willing to help him gather some data? If only he had his lab gloves with him. Those go up to the shoulder and would be very helpful, in this case.



iv. wildcard
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