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"..Host? Host is that you?! Are you ok? Where are you?!"

*the question is reflexive, not like there are any landmarks or obvious places the reporter can see, but it made sense just in case he could follow Host's voice*

°CJ stops staring at the snake for a second. The Host? He's ok? There's a spark of hope in his eyes.°

Tԋҽ ʋσιԃ ɾҽʂιԃҽɳƚʂ. *They drop the Jims in a light patch.* Tɾყ ƚσ ʅҽαʋҽ, αɳԃ ყσυ'ʅʅ ϝαʅʅ υɳƈσυɳƈισυʂ.

"Void Residents? Who are-"

*CJ manages to land on their back, still curled protectively around his camera, RJ lands on his end*

"Ow-! Wait, unconcious? Why would we be-..Jim?"

*CJ hands over his camera to RJ, who's more than a little shocked to be actually holding it. CJ looks directly at the snake and begins to sign.*

°Ok you look here you vantablack worm, you aren't getting away clean with this. I don't care who you work for, especially if you're so wrapped around their fingers that they've got you doing their dirty work, all I care about is that you're out here, stealing people and bringing them to lose who they are. My name is Jim, my brother is Jim, and we'll get out of here one way or another.°

×Hello?×

*RJ looks up from a book in his lap, the injury from the crash long since healed over.*

"Hello there."

°The stream of texts had been chaotic and long as CJ has more or less dumped the events of the past few.. days? Weeks? Into the little messege box. He'd thrown the emergency basics out there, and that they needed him to come over asap- @anon-driplier should know about the crash first and foremost- but the next messege he was writing was eating up the character limit.°

°From the seeming mystery of their first interviewee (who wasn't even there, just an admittedly aesthetic lady who was being cryptic), to the supernatural kidnapping, the 'lighthouse makeover' as a result, to the run for supplies that ended in Jim being injured and although alive, unresponsive. He left out the part with the doll though, he'd already unloaded enough onto Doc at once, he could tell him that later, probably.°

°He didn't actually send the mega-text, though the car crash info did go through, he'll just let him read it in person. It seemed like in-person sort of info.°

Do you happen to know where a stuffed bear from a void is, kind sir?

*RJ shakes his head a bit*

"Can't say I have- don't think anything from the void has been here in a while... right?"

°No bears.. stuffed or otherwise.°

Light spilled softly through the windows, illuminating the house. Books lay abandoned on the coffee table, a computer left opened showed a map of some sort of forest. The room was realatively quiet, but one could hear chatter coming from the kitchen.

RJ had woken up in the mood for cookies, fresh ones at that. With nothing to stop him or an excuse to not make them, he got to work. When NJ had made his way into the kitchen- only to find RJ semi-gently whacking a bag of almonds- his ¶You could have just cut them?¶ was dismissed with a "This is more fun and it still works."

Fair enough, the Newscaster guesses.

He offered to help once he had some coffee, and the two brothers were nearly finished when CJ rolled in, hair still messy but rather pleased. Apparently he'd found a good 'spot' and could sort out almost everything by the evening. NJ had no idea what the Cameraman meant, but the Reporter grinned with a "Thanks Jim!" and CJ joined the other two in rolling out the cookie balls.

The three discussed the usual smalltalk subjects, and although it still felt a little stiff at first, it eventually turned into something less bland, and a little more tension bled away into the rhythm of making cookies and a 'who would win' discussion.

And by 'discussion' it's:

¶Sharktopus is two aquatic animals in one. They would have an even larger advantage in the water, and on an even playing field where size is /not/ a factor, they would win.¶

"I see your point, but hear this- Godzilla is not losing to a science experiment."

°Two words Jim. Atomic Breath.°

*the kitten hops on the mattress and placed his paws on his arm* mew mew *his cuts and bruises started to heal. he stopped bleeding*

*The injuries don't go all away, but it certainly helped. His breathing eases further, and it looks more like sleep and less like unconciousness.*

°He finds his phone and looks over just as Jim starts healing. He just, he really needs a nap. Thank you, Snowy.°

*A straw doll that couldn't be more than 2ft tall flouted up to the Jim twin.* 🅗🅔🅛🅛🅞, 🅡🅐🅑🅑🅘🅣.

°CALM-ISH MOMENT OVER°

°I- hello?? He's stood up on the couch, training the camera on the literal, in his head, horror movie doll. Everything seemed to be happening, all he needed now was a ghost and a demonic possession and he could probably get Bingo. It was.. going to be incredibly cool, once he was no longer freaking out. Wait, rabbit?°

(∆Gay Ghost Bam...?∆)

Tԋҽ ʋσιԃ ɾҽʂιԃҽɳƚʂ. *They drop the Jims in a light patch.* Tɾყ ƚσ ʅҽαʋҽ, αɳԃ ყσυ'ʅʅ ϝαʅʅ υɳƈσυɳƈισυʂ.

"Void Residents? Who are-"

*CJ manages to land on their back, still curled protectively around his camera, RJ lands on his end*

"Ow-! Wait, unconcious? Why would we be-..Jim?"

*CJ hands over his camera to RJ, who's more than a little shocked to be actually holding it. CJ looks directly at the snake and begins to sign.*

°Ok you look here you vantablack worm, you aren't getting away clean with this. I don't care who you work for, especially if you're so wrapped around their fingers that they've got you doing their dirty work, all I care about is that you're out here, stealing people and bringing them to lose who they are. My name is Jim, my brother is Jim, and we'll get out of here one way or another.°