[ Matt’s already disoriented when he wakes up. He heaves a gasping breath, mind flooding with everything’s that just played out. He knows he’s somewhere new. There’s nothing familiar and it puts him on high alert. He feels his way toward the music, but he doesn’t hear anyone. He’s almost sure he’s alone and he accidentally finds the basket, and he doesn’t even think before he’s twisting open the jar and shoving the food inside his mouth.
He just nearly died. Again. He’s starving.
Stumbling out the door, he’s only vaguely aware of his bloodstained clothes and the bruising on his face. This definitely isn’t New York. ]
Hello? Can someone help me —
[ Fuck pretending not to be blind. Matt’s willing to swallow his pride to fight off any rising panic. ]
➼ ii. DICE BLOCK
[ Well, he’s cleaned up a little bit. His face is still beat to shit and he’s moving like his whole body aches, but there’d been fresh clothes waiting for him, and glasses, and a cane. That’s a start.
But he’s quickly learning that this place is more bizarre than what Matt’s usually facing. Walking through a door and ending up in what sounds like a life size board game is new for him. His brow furrows, and he tips his chin up a bit, looking both thoughtful and annoyed. ]
You’re kidding, right?
[ He says this to the other person he knows is there. He hopes that they’ll help him navigate to good spaces, but people aren’t maybe as good as Matt used to think they were. ]
Who goes first?
➼ iii. EMOJIS
[ When Matt’s phone dings, he doesn’t think anything of it. He doesn’t really know anyone here, but people send misfires all the time. His phone doesn’t read it out to him, though, and he frowns. Did someone send him a blank message?
What Matt doesn’t know is that the message is a single emoji.
What Matt does know is that he starts feeling queasy not too long after.
It’s that unpleasant limbo of not-quite-vomiting, but, God, it’d probably feel nice if he could. He sits down on the first bench he comes across - well, stumbles across - and he’s unaware of how pale his face has become. He feels the heat under his skin and the sweat on his face and neck. If you see him, maybe it’s better to just keep walking. Or you can offer him a glass of water and some pepto. ]
➼ iv. WILDCARD
Choose your own adventure. Everything is fair game except DDR, because Matt’s not going to be able to help you by stepping on the lights. Sorry.
Matt Murdock // Marvel’s Netflix (MCU)
[ Matt’s already disoriented when he wakes up. He heaves a gasping breath, mind flooding with everything’s that just played out. He knows he’s somewhere new. There’s nothing familiar and it puts him on high alert. He feels his way toward the music, but he doesn’t hear anyone. He’s almost sure he’s alone and he accidentally finds the basket, and he doesn’t even think before he’s twisting open the jar and shoving the food inside his mouth.
He just nearly died. Again. He’s starving.
Stumbling out the door, he’s only vaguely aware of his bloodstained clothes and the bruising on his face. This definitely isn’t New York. ]
Hello? Can someone help me —
[ Fuck pretending not to be blind. Matt’s willing to swallow his pride to fight off any rising panic. ]
➼ ii. DICE BLOCK
[ Well, he’s cleaned up a little bit. His face is still beat to shit and he’s moving like his whole body aches, but there’d been fresh clothes waiting for him, and glasses, and a cane. That’s a start.
But he’s quickly learning that this place is more bizarre than what Matt’s usually facing. Walking through a door and ending up in what sounds like a life size board game is new for him. His brow furrows, and he tips his chin up a bit, looking both thoughtful and annoyed. ]
You’re kidding, right?
[ He says this to the other person he knows is there. He hopes that they’ll help him navigate to good spaces, but people aren’t maybe as good as Matt used to think they were. ]
Who goes first?
➼ iii. EMOJIS
[ When Matt’s phone dings, he doesn’t think anything of it. He doesn’t really know anyone here, but people send misfires all the time. His phone doesn’t read it out to him, though, and he frowns. Did someone send him a blank message?
What Matt doesn’t know is that the message is a single emoji.
What Matt does know is that he starts feeling queasy not too long after.
It’s that unpleasant limbo of not-quite-vomiting, but, God, it’d probably feel nice if he could. He sits down on the first bench he comes across - well, stumbles across - and he’s unaware of how pale his face has become. He feels the heat under his skin and the sweat on his face and neck. If you see him, maybe it’s better to just keep walking. Or you can offer him a glass of water and some pepto. ]
➼ iv. WILDCARD
Choose your own adventure. Everything is fair game except DDR, because Matt’s not going to be able to help you by stepping on the lights. Sorry.