savetheearth | Eighth Message [Video | Sheet of Paper] -> [Text

[When visual connection is established, breathing is heard with a trace of voice that is Anthony's - ragged and weak, even for him.

Anthony himself appears leaning over the page he's written on. He looks as taxed as he sounds, if no obviously worse for whatever wear - bar, to anyone who might notice, what looks like a tiny sore on the side of his forehead, but who's to say if that's anything.

His eyes are wide as he stares down into it for only a second, then angles his head up to fix his attention on some area ahead of him. There's a tremble in his voice, muffled and hasty.] Have a look at this... -- please.

[He takes up the paper and flips it to face a wall, at the side of a bedroom closet door - it is a normal wall.

The perspective slowly starts to move. He begins bringing it in closer - and has just barely begun to speak again when he gasps out a startled "Hnnh -- !" and the paper jerks - it lowers and he lets out another gasp, inward, harsh, and wheezing - and then he does speak again, muttering - the paper goes swinging around to the other walls, all of them just walls as he heaves himself up, half-staggers in circles, bringing it flapping back and forth, once or twice at the ceiling which is likewise just a ceiling.

His voice is compressed and wavering with something, some sense that any clue as to the identification of still completely fails to appear in the unstable view of a by all senses over the transmission ordinary room.]

Help... -- I don't know what's -- ...! What this means... -- I'm not -- ...I --

-- Had another pulse but it can't -- ...! It can't -- be doing - this...!

[Breathing also pressurized, quickening and pulling taut here and then there in traces of a squeak.

Anthony has been consistently reeling roughly backwards past two seconds - it ends with fabric-on-wood scraping, and the click of a door being pushed in its frame. He doesn't even grab for the doorknob, or so the view and sound indicates as he can't be seen - just braces and slumps, and squeezes out a trapped, whimpering groan -

And then he pauses. All sound stops. Abrupt stillness.

He reels in an inhale, and huffs half of it out into either a sigh or a moan. Maybe both.]

This can't -- ...be - HAPPENIIIIIING...!!

[The sort of cry to force something released.

As it peters out, clothing scrapes the door again. It clicks faintly.

The paper is all the while left facing wall. Still, nothing looks any different.]

[There's a message in Anthony's writing approximately two hours after that last transmission.]

Hello.

I am sorry to be trouble, but I am going to need help finding a place to settle out of the sight of any person who is not one of us. If possible, it would be better if it can be soon. I do not want anyone to see me turn the next time that it happens.

I am grateful for anything that you can tell me.

I also apologize for panicking earlier, and if I disturbed anyone with it. There was nothing to be afraid of.

That is everything that I would like to say. Thank you.

- Anthony J.

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[This is the second time that anyone on the network has called him "Tony" - balks at that a moment. But quickly takes it for what she's doing - and he's a little surprised but it's nonetheless fantastic reassurance.]

I will... I promise. Thank you, Aria.

I hope that you'll do the same.

of course i will!
we're all in this together!
to uh
quote a disney musical...

[Ha - a reference the osmosis of which escapes no one.]

Yes, we are! Aren't we?

I think that is why this network was made. [Whoever exactly could have made it!]

that is a good question
i would like to know who made it :o

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