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savetheearth2013-07-10 10:07 pm
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track two | text/audio;
[there is what looks distinctly like a hardwood floor. and attempts at writing in blood on it. that's a network number, anyway. those of you who remember this sort of thing might remember it as belonging to a recent arrival to the Secret Numbers Club.
whatever effort that was to accomplish was quickly abandoned a few scribbled attempts at letters in. Blues managed to get back to his laptop, groping around his desk to make his way. he clenched his jaw to keep himself from screaming again as another wave of agony hits from where his eyes used to be. it felt like something was pushing its way in.
remembering he'd left it open on a fresh Word doc, he enters his number. he'd rarely been so glad for touch typing. before he types anything else, the network will be greeted with another barely-restrained scream. he doesn't trust himself to speak right now.]
blind
eyes arje gone cant see
bledidng
something;s psuhging ina can;'t call for help
[he's got new eyes coming in and he has no fucking idea what's happening to him.]
1/?
Audio;
Hopefully Strider or Solus or somebody sees this. Uh.
Am I seriously the first one on this shit? Christ.
Okay, just talk to me. Where the fuck is your apartment? Address, please.
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Course it's you who shows up first, shit.
Don't...agh, fuck! [another lance of pain cuts him off.] Motherfucker...
I don't trust saying it on an open line.
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BUT OKAY, IF YOU WANT TO BE A PARANOID MOTHERFUCKER, I STILL HAVE YOUR CELL PHONE NUMBER. DO YOU THINK YOU CAN ANSWER YOUR PHONE AT LEAST.
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phonecall;
phonecall;
phonecall;
phonecall;
[action?]
[action]
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gonna threadjack now, hope that's okay.
cool with me :)
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voice; /threadjack
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I mean, I'm going to his place with bandages until someone with actual medical experience gets on. You can come with, if you think you can be useful.
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audio; several hours later
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voice; private message;
I'm actually outside his door, I figured SOMEONE should go. Um, any advice? I've got bandages, disinfectant, painkillers, but that's about it.
Re: voice; private message;
picture + text; I figure it's ok for Mordin to threadjack when the time's right
this is reminding me of what happened when i got my eyes but way worse if that makes sense
maybe mine were as bad but i didn't notice becuase I couldn't see it? dunno
Re: picture + text; I figure it's ok for Mordin to threadjack when the time's right
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[Audio]
[It is, needless to say, not conveyed over audio; his eyelids are low, and his most disturbed expression is a grim smile the way a hyena laughs - toothy but joyless. His voice still starts rising in a flavor of intrigue.]
Sing for me, this IS one of the so-called "Echoes" we're "lookin'" at, right?
[audio]
Yeah. First one after I end up in the Numbers Club and this shit happens.
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Heh. I was gonna say 'least this might give you stuff to look forward to.
audio; casually places echo request B3c
[ SCREEEEEEEE
excuse her while she abandons network before even getting to the typed part ok
she'll probably have stopped wigging out by the time Blues is ready to actually respond to things, assuming that's A Thing That Happens ]
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OH HOLY HELL, DUDE!
'UNPLEASANT SIDE EFFECTS' MY ASS, THAT'S ONE HELL OF AN UNDERSTATEMENT.
[Yeeeeeeah time to kill that video and go back to hoping that she doesn't have any kind of shit like this happen to her.]
[Voice]
You gotten anyone for back up yet?
Try and stay calm. Sit down and lean forward, deep breaths. Don't worry about typing or any of that shit, just get your breathing under control and block out the pain best you can until someone gets there.
audio; several hours later
Yeah. Chris and Dr. Solus came to my place.
I'm fine now. Well. Sort of. I can see and I'm not bleeding, anyway. Just gonna say vicodin is a fucking beautiful thing, far as the rest of it goes.
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audio/picture;
[there's a pause, before he puts up a close-up photo focused on his eyes.
obviously artificial. matte black material, glowing red lights corresponding to where his irises should be, finished with what are clearly camera lenses and shutters at the center.]
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she writes in text, of course, because every additional grain of salt she can pour in the wound is necessary. if he ever recovers enough to read then she wants a worthwhile message to greet him]
Oh, this reminds me of one of your quaint Western songs; how did it go? "Eye scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream"?
Well, something like that anyway. My English sometimes escapes me when it comes to popular culture.
Good luck avoiding umbrellas in the future. ♪(´ε` )
audio; several hours later
FUCK YOU AND THE BANDS YOU LIKE.
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