[At first, all can be heard is the distant, and occasionally not-so-distant crashes of teleported junk as it lands on other junk. Then, after a few seconds have passed, there’s a distinctly teenaged sigh.]
Ooookay, so. Apparently ‘voice’ does not mean ‘get a voice’. That’s one mystery solved…
[The speaker starts moving around the junkyard,
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[Another dream?]
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Hey! Stop daydreaming and get out of the junkyard, Hiccup! It's dangerous in there!
[Okay...probably not the best hello.]
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[Hiccup falls onto his ass, landing uncomfortably on the dented side of a half-buried Chevy.]
A--Astrid?!
How'd you--
How're you--
[He pokes the screen. It's a perfect likeness of her, just...flat.]
You're...yooou're a moving picture. Alright. That's...new.
[He blinks and swallows and tries to catch up with a world that is REALLY keen on leaving him behind.]
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[She is moving as she talks, and there's a questioning growl from something nearby.]
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[He's getting up and going. See? He's listening to you.]
Just, uhm. Question? Where's zone one?
I'm just seeing lots of, uh.
[H-Hold on, gotta scurry away from a landing bath-tub.]
Large, falling objects.
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[She hasn't really gotten the knack of getting where she wants to go just yet.]
Your wrist has a map but I only know how to find it by pressing the left button for five minutes so you might just want to look around instead.
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Okay.
[Don't sound ungrateful, Hiccup; this shit is bananas and she's working with what she has.]
No, uh, no really. Thank you. That works.
[Allow him to leave the feed open while he picks his way over rubble and. Tries to figure out where this platform is. It's gonna take him a few minutes; he got a little mixed around after his crash landing.]
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[In the background there's a loud swooshing sound, and Astrid's voice, quiet and obviously not directed at the wearable, saying something along the lines of 'come on, girl.']
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What was that, though? The, uh. The--the--
[Hiccup, pay attention. It's still raining shit, y'know.
The boy cuts himself off to duck for cover.]
You know what? How about I ask you when I see you.
[May be the smartest thing he's said all week.]
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Less talking, more running.
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Working on it!
[After a few more minutes of only slight distractions--Seriously, Astrid, what is with that sky?--Hiccup makes it to the platform and hesitantly preforms the instructions Astrid gave him a few minutes ago.
The jolt of teleporting, quite honestly, scares the shit out of him.
He yelps and stumbles off the platform, turning to STARE at the piece of machinery. WHAT THE HELL, THINGER. WHAT THE HELL.
He hasn't even caught his breath before he realizes he's not where he was a minute ago.]
...uhhhhhhh...
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[Hey Hiccup? Astrid is behind you. Oh, and she's on a Deadly Nadder. It is side-eying you as only a Nadder can, really, as Astrid hops off.]
Hiccup!
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Ahhh, what! Don't sneak up on--
[And there goes his voice. He just. Points at the dragon, not sure if she should be looking at it or Astrid.]
You--uhhh...
That's. That's a...
Wha, uhm...
[Yeah, no, he's lost and a little concerned for everyone's safety.]
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