This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?

[notathreat]

WHO: Ellie + OPEN (Grab me if you want a custom starter, even if they haven't interacted yet!)
WHERE: Dreamscape!
WHEN: September 22-25 2512
WHAT: Ellie's managed to keep y'all out of her head until now, but everything's got a breaking point.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Violence, death, torture, body horror (zombie-type), violence towards a teenager.

Radio Nowhere

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[notathreat]

"Never?"

Ellie half-smiles, wry, but sticks her hands in her pockets. Her expression is shaky, but she's grateful he isn't prying, is giving her something to focus on. Then again, he's lost somebody too. Maybe it's that he just gets it.

"It's where I used to live. Jackson, Wyoming." Kicking at a bit of gravel that's spilled across the walkway, she leads the way down the path, towards the street. There are no cars, but there are hoofprints, bootprints, evidence of people. Even if the block is empty, the small mountain town isn't.

"S'probably because we're dreaming. It's been a while since I've been here."

The steam of her breath escapes her mouth, soft in the sunlight. It seems too cheery for such a place.

[nerded]

"We're dreaming?" He says this like the truth is absolutely crazy, but actually the moment Ellie clarifies just what this place is, how they got here, it kind of ... all makes sense.

It doesn't take him very long before he has to speed up his pace in order to keep up with her, mostly on account of his pausing and stopping. He tries to catch the light in a certain way, or he bends down to pick up a pebble, hoping to uncover where the dream ends and reality or magic begins. If it is an illusion like one of Mysterio's tricks, it's way better than anything he'd ever done. It feels so real, even when he's in a t-shirt in the dead of winter.

"It's quiet here," he remarks, walking alongside her now. "Is that the dream part? Or is that really how it was?"