[Wednesday: Video of Panic]

[catchingflies]

[The camera, when the feed starts, is not actually on Todd's face. It is, instead, crazily lurching around at the foliage, with occasional glimpses of a hand, the sleeve attached to it, and a futuristic sort of piece of technology gripped in that hand. Todd is apparently running-- or, more appropriately, bounding-- when he turns this feed on. Hope nobody gets motion-sick from visual cues.]

Uh, anybody in the camp right now?

[He sounds a little out of breath and squeaky, but not too badly.]

Because, uh, I'm on my way and I kinda need some help!

[There's a feline-eqsue roar from somewhere in the background behind him.]

Have some guns or somethin' handy!

[And then the feed cuts out.]

Comments

[catchingflies]

Yeah, considering you looked like you were gonna die in the first round!

[Todd is glaring at Pietro, but it doesn't have much heat to it. Really, it has more like... fear to it. He won't ever admit it, but he really, really, really doesn't want to lose Pietro. Kurt is pretty okay, but Kurt is not Brotherhood.]

[cantcatchme]

And I didn't. Looks can be deceiving, bro. You don't get eaten by cat-beasts, I won't die of the Black Plague. Deal?

[catchingflies]

[He looks skeptical for a minute. But then he just goes with it.]

Deal. And I'll be back once yer all better'n stuff. Then you can keep me away from all the giant cat-monster things all by yerself. Okay?

[cantcatchme]

Yup. Deal. Now stop getting into trouble!

[Pietro gives Todd a mock-salute as a farewell.]

[catchingflies]

Yeah, yeah.

[Todd flaps his hand at Pietro, apparently much calmer now, and flicks the screen off.

Notice how he didn't make any promises there, Pietro?]