Wind In the Desert Just Sounds Like Music

[solitarynote]

WHO: Sunny and You! (This happens right after the therapy meet, but it’s OTA. If you weren’t attending the meeting, you can still see Sunny running off ^^)
WHAT: Sunny got upset and ran off. Now he’s lost in the Desert. Help?
WHERE: The Desert (and Dunes. Really he might end up at one of the inserted locations too, TBD)
WHEN: Post-Therapy Meet, Pre-Second Crossing
WARNINGS Most likely signs of PTSD and anxiety. Will update in Subject as needed :)

Sunny didn’t know where he was. He remembered getting upset, running off… but he didn’t recognize any of the surroundings nearby. He wasn’t in the Oasis… and, because he had spent all of his time in said safe haven before now, that fact filled him with dread…

He needed to find his way back. But… that meant finding everyone else, which would probably lead to more questions. Questions that he didn’t want to answer. Questions that caused his stomach to cramp and his breath to come short all over again.

Maybe it was better to stay here…

[OOC: OK! Here’s the search log for Sunny! I’ll be making several prompts below, and whoever ends up finding Sunny will be left to random draw to keep it fair ^^ But feel free to mingle, join the search with someone else, etc. Any of the locations added by us are fair game to explore too!]

Comments

[witnessvelama]

Then we must have been searching in parallel for some time.

[That's - disconcerting. Maybe he saw the too-thin form and thought it was a wraith then, as he did before, or maybe he really was entirely unaware of this new stranger until they almost literally stumbled into each other.]

If we are to search further, then. Perhaps we ought to coordinate.

[The urge to get some space is warring with the thought that a moving skeleton ought to be at least escorted - though...]

From whom did you learn he was missing?

[spaghettimonster]

[The notion that they might have been just missing each other for a while is interesting, but nothing he finds worrying. Thinking back, 'spiraling' might be a generously simplified description of his path. Something a little more wavering in its outward motion, as he changed his mind about whether to search openly or search sneakily a few times along the way, would be more like it. But roughly parallel... maybe.]

Oh, I heard from Nagito! He was staring at some footprints... Deciding on the best path to check.

[Maybe the cyborg had initially been deciding whether to join in the search, or whether to direct others and encourage them on their way... But by the end of the conversation, Nagito had clearly been decided to search and hopefully help Sunny out.]

I don't think I've actually met Sunny yet... So I had to ask for a description.

[witnessvelama]

You would do that?

[For some reason the explanation too startles Celehar. It's difficult to read a skeleton's expression compared to others with more flesh and blood, but Celehar's attention certainly seems to be searching his face.]

For a young man you have not met.

[spaghettimonster]

Of course! Why... wouldn't I?

[It isn't as though there's a lot of other things for him to be doing, he doesn't say. (That's not the kind of sentiment that's nearly as commendable as doing this search out of the kindness of his boney heart, even though it is somewhat true.)

But this isn't the first time he's dropped some of his plans to help someone else out, or had the events of one day entirely throw off his plans for the near future. He likes to think he's adaptable enough to face whatever comes his way. This search might be a little more actively proactive than some of his previous help, actually going around in his search... But it isn't as if he can stay back in the oasis offering help by phone, when Sunny apparently isn't replying to anyone's messages.]

[witnessvelama]

It seems a great deal of risk to take on for a stranger, is all.

[But at least from the way he says it, Celehar does not consider this a reason to disapprove. He's still shy of looking the skeleton head-on, careful as he is of managing his instinctive reaction of alarm and fear, but there's a degree of warmth to his otherwise rough voice as he marks it.]

Our thanks for your assistance.