[The screaming is fairly typical, some of his general purpose being-yanked-wildly-around screams. (Being yanked wildly around happens a lot to him.) Just some of the usual sorts of screams he keeps in rotation.]
[But then all of a sudden, the yanking goes very vertical. And keeps going. The Pole is very large with its many stories, with an open design in the center core and a very high ceiling. There is a whole lot of "up" happening very fast and he has no idea when or where it's going to end, or under what circumstances the "down" is going to happen after.]
[Boimler is not really scared of heights but it's very different to look down the vertical drop of a long vertical Jeffries tube or turbolift shaft when you've got lots of ladders and other surfaces for gripping and can voice command an emergency shut off of the gravity plating.]
[The screaming therefore gets louder and even more shrill the higher he gets pulled. He's screaming all the way until the thread throws him up in the air and slams him right into...somebody?? This high up? He doesn't even catch a proper glimpse before he's dangling again but he notices they're decidedly stationary and somehow not falling and he practically scrambles up them.]
[It is definitely some...body that he slammed into. An unusually firm body. Letting out a little "waaah!" of panic, he manages to swing up to an arm first and then scrabble his way up to a panicky hold around their neck, wrapping both legs around their waist so he doesn't lose grip with his weenie arms. Not exactly easy with his stiff back but terror is a great motivator.]
[He does not trust in the stupid magic thread to hold him up because an immortal toddler is behind it and toddlers aren't great about consequences even when they aren't surrounded by people not beholden to the whims of normal mortality.]
[It is only then that he leans his neck back enough to see a familiar mask and he realizes he absolutely is bodily clinging to nearly seven feet of familiar spandexed beefcake.]
Uhhh...
[Awkward.]
[The "Don't. Ask." confirms somebody must have also enjoyed a floor-based snack, too.]
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[But then all of a sudden, the yanking goes very vertical. And keeps going. The Pole is very large with its many stories, with an open design in the center core and a very high ceiling. There is a whole lot of "up" happening very fast and he has no idea when or where it's going to end, or under what circumstances the "down" is going to happen after.]
[Boimler is not really scared of heights but it's very different to look down the vertical drop of a long vertical Jeffries tube or turbolift shaft when you've got lots of ladders and other surfaces for gripping and can voice command an emergency shut off of the gravity plating.]
[The screaming therefore gets louder and even more shrill the higher he gets pulled. He's screaming all the way until the thread throws him up in the air and slams him right into...somebody?? This high up? He doesn't even catch a proper glimpse before he's dangling again but he notices they're decidedly stationary and somehow not falling and he practically scrambles up them.]
[It is definitely some...body that he slammed into. An unusually firm body. Letting out a little "waaah!" of panic, he manages to swing up to an arm first and then scrabble his way up to a panicky hold around their neck, wrapping both legs around their waist so he doesn't lose grip with his weenie arms. Not exactly easy with his stiff back but terror is a great motivator.]
[He does not trust in the stupid magic thread to hold him up because an immortal toddler is behind it and toddlers aren't great about consequences even when they aren't surrounded by people not beholden to the whims of normal mortality.]
[It is only then that he leans his neck back enough to see a familiar mask and he realizes he absolutely is bodily clinging to nearly seven feet of familiar spandexed beefcake.]
Uhhh...
[Awkward.]
[The "Don't. Ask." confirms somebody must have also enjoyed a floor-based snack, too.]