Well, this is ridiculous. She recognizes all the decorative bullshit as 'Christmas', though someone - she suspects the Rift - has taken it predictably too far. Having already punched her way out of her confinement, she takes a minute to look around, when a muffled crash and subsequent heavy breathing draw her attention over to the base of the monster tree.
Fuck, how many people are wrapped up in these boxes? This seems seriously messed up, even by the usual standard. She picks her way over to the source of the noise, peering down the precarious slope of a red-wrapped box, and sees-
"Rush?" Oh shit, he doesn't look good. She grabs a handful of ribbon tied around the box she's standing on and scales her way down like a goddamn rock climber. Which is pretty badass, she thinks, but it's not like Rush is in any state to notice.
"Hey, hey." She crouches over him. Claustrophobic panic response, looks like, if he just fell out of his box. Pretty understandable. "Hey, it's Iman. You're okay." She rests a hand carefully on his arm.
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Fuck, how many people are wrapped up in these boxes? This seems seriously messed up, even by the usual standard. She picks her way over to the source of the noise, peering down the precarious slope of a red-wrapped box, and sees-
"Rush?" Oh shit, he doesn't look good. She grabs a handful of ribbon tied around the box she's standing on and scales her way down like a goddamn rock climber. Which is pretty badass, she thinks, but it's not like Rush is in any state to notice.
"Hey, hey." She crouches over him. Claustrophobic panic response, looks like, if he just fell out of his box. Pretty understandable. "Hey, it's Iman. You're okay." She rests a hand carefully on his arm.