Public Video / Open Spam: Day Four

[lesliemonster]

[A day with the ghost of her father, a day of total hedonism, and one more day of being a hung over invalid. While Leslie hasn't spent the port in any particular danger, she has been exceedingly distracted. And been so very organized about it that she's caused everyone who was at the party (parties?) to be distracted as well.

It's unlike her, to be this negligent during a port. This given to distraction.

Now, after a shower and a walk through the garden -- one expansive look at the ground, she finally remembers why. What it was that the hotel was trying so hard to make her forget.]

Listen, everyone. I know where we are. I know exactly what this place--

[There's a scream, as she drops her communicator.]

Freaking BUSHES? REALLY?

[Then line stays open, but all the viewer will see is snow.]

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[nolongerhollow]

[He didn't wait another moment--he leaped out into the snow, straight through the glass, and bulled forward, ignoring his blistering skin, starting to search the grounds for her. The headache from the sun messed with his concentration and he could not safely use his full speed, but at least his eyes were safe. He called out once, in a voice gone hoarse, and listened desperately for an answer.]

[He had a terrible feeling that he would not find her alive. The feeling was only exacerbated when he found himself running through a field of bloody snow dotted with impalement stakes.]