benhargreeves: (? scooby gang)
benhargreeves ([personal profile] benhargreeves) wrote in [community profile] redmarsshit 2019-11-05 05:34 am (UTC)

[ That was, to put it mildly, NOT A GOOD HOUR for Ben. Pratt comes back to at least a dozen messages from Ben, that had gone unanswered. No information in them, just increasingly frantic pleas that Pratt respond as soon as he's able to, and that Ben is looking for him, and that he won't give up.

The Anchor is large. Ben couldn't even search a large percentage of it in an hour. It wouldn't do any good to search sloppily and tell himself Pratt definitely wasn't in an area, only to discover him there later, tucked away. He knows how to make his way thoroughly. But it is a thorough and quick search, as much as Ben can make it, and he sees no sign of Pratt. He's gone way past panic and back into a kind of numb, miserable calm by the time he gets those texts. ]


It hasn't been days. It's barely been an hour.

[ Orange pipes is a useful hint - Ben knows a spot with lots of them, immediately does a 180 and jogs for the stairs leading down a level. ]

I think I know where that is. Stay calm and don't move. If you think someone might sneak up on you, hide in that bend, put your back against a wall. Keep alert. I'm coming. It's going to be alright. I'm coming and it's gonna be fine.

[ Pratt is only disoriented and freaking out but he hasn't had his eyes gouged out that's something. ]

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