contempsi | 007 || {Video / Action} || BACKDATED to the 3rd, late morning.

[It's not cold at all - even in spite of the rain - but after a bit of shivering, disoriented wandering Hope will find himself stranded on the path, and even more confused than when he initially came around after being the unfortunate victim of routine experimentation.

He plops to his knees in the dirt before slipping in the haze and landing squarely on his butt, not caring at all for the muck that would inevitably stain his shorts.]

Ugh...

[With a groan, he first lifts a hand to wipe away the silvery bangs dripping in his eyes, then wraps both arms around himself with a shiver. The camera's view might catch a flash of chalk-white on the back of a wrist, stark even against his fair skin, if one were looking hard enough.

The journal's been recording all of this, but the boy doesn't seem to notice, drawing his knees up and resting his forehead against them.]

(ooc: Lightning and I think Gem are going to go find him, but anyone else is welcome to poke him through the journal too. :D)

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[ Well, it was nice to wake up and find the house back to normal this morning. Well, more like the middle of the night. She'd gone straight back to her room and collapsed on her real bed, which was no longer a coffin, thank goodness.

But when she'd awoken later in the morning -- much later than she usually woke up! -- it was not an encouraging sight she saw on the journals.

That voice... and that clothing. Is it...? ]

Hope?

[Gem always has enjoyed the rain. It's her favorite thing about this place. So as she's wandering, with her umbrella, raincoat, still in high shoes, she sees someone who appears injured.

It's her coding, her programming, to go help the harmed. And that is just what she does.

Moving forward, her systems humming, she looks down at the young boy, tilting her head]

Do you need assistance?

[ Coffee at her side or not, Lightning just really hasn't had much sleep lately and is totally dozing right at the kitchen table... when something from the journal lying open nearby causes her to snap up suddenly. Disoriented and without even fully understanding why, she snatches and pulls over the book, pauses as she frowns at it, then starts flipping through the pages... ]

-- Hope!

[ Who the boy on the 'screen' is hardly has time to register before she's shouting his name, just barely keeping from upending any furniture in her surprise. Both taken and returned a few days after Aerith-- good. Thank goodness he's back!

... Wherever he is, because Lightning has no idea at this point... and is already frustrated because of it. ]

[Shortly after Hope comes back home, Chocorith is going to come over to see him--she was worried about him, too.

...Looks like he's already out of it, though, lying down like that. The Malnosso must have put him through a lot. She clucks her tongue with a disapproving warble and goes to drag-drop a blanket over him, and then she plans to leave him alone (because waking up to a big BIRD in the house would probably be very disorienting!) before she takes a look at him. He looks so small and cute sleeping like that and it makes her feel both relieved he's back and a little bit protective and oh goodness, his hair's all mussed up from being out in the rain--

...

Aerith will realize in a moment that she should not be preening a boy's hair with her beak. In a moment.

Darn chocobo instincts.]

[... that doesn't look good, and Emil can't just ignore someone who might need help, so he's going to call to the boy over the journals.]

Hey, are you okay?

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