savetheearth | Twenty-Sixth Message [Video

Excuse me -- excuse me.

[It opens with voice for once, hasty and dry, but with actual words bringing the connection in.]

I'm sorry -- I don't...

[Starts over. Coughs. A moan solidifies into an "uhmmm". Tapers off and presses out through Anthony's nose.

Takes a breath to stall, gets the message together, and... speaks up again. Actually steadily - halting but articulate.]

...This is Anthony. Janvier, and I -- just -- thought I would say, um. In case, that -- I've been hallucinating, since -- fall. I think. And it -- uhh. ...Something happened last week - 'mmh not sure what's - happening. ...Exactly, but I.

[And that's where the organization of his train of thought ends.]

In case it -- might be interesting -- to someone.

[He'll put the fact that he's legitimately scared at where this might be going out of his head as far as possible in favor of what he's just said - it might be interesting to someone! There was that suggestion before that it could be due to his brain deteriorating, on one hand, and on the other, there'd been the boy who'd brought up "monsters" going insane, and the psychologist a while before, had touched on the idea of "treating" what had sounded to be that sort of thing.]

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[Words coming out in individual wheezes.] It'll -- be -- a year, in... June...

[With a little squirming and compressing down to nothing. It really has been that long; in fact, depending on exactly what the effects of that first pulse at the statue truly were, he's been a zombie for over a year now...] It's uh -- been -- slow -- though... -- I-I-I've, uh -- been rotting - in, uhmm - sst - stages.

I uhh... -- know it - isn't going to wear off; that's fine...

[She'll frown at that. That's so sad.]

A year? Oh...

Uh, well... is it really fine?

I guess you get a bunch of reactions like mine.

[Heck, ever right now she's having a hard time looking at him.]

Yeah -- ... [He tentatively holds that up with a measure of heart that's supposed to be light, tries to pull his in-tact facial muscles into a smile to carry that, and is cringing to top it of with a bit of partly-conscious apology that it probably does not come through adequately. Dries his tone back up to something more fluent and neutral - sucks it down from whatever it's riding.]

I'm -- I'm used to it though -- ....I er. Honestly am...

Uhh - be-being a zombie - ... I mean.

[She'll cringe slightly as he tries to smile. It just doesn't quite look right to her. However, she will return the smile with one of her own.]

R-right... Well what do you do as a.. uh... Zombie.

I mean, because you don't really seem like the kind of guy to go and y'know... eat breains.

Uh - I don't eat...! [Period, rest assured. Slightly sheepish, but that's all but a stock bit of information to deliver at this point.

Proceeds, still a bit husky.] No -- Not much to be honest - I just - stay inside... Most of the time, uhm.

Use - the network. The, er - the person I'm -- staying with, er -- teaches me how to fight. Sometimes. I, er.

[Wry abashed laugh shakes it up.] I used to do a lot of reading -- ...! Before -- uhmm. [Pulls another awkward smile, waves a hand across his eye sockets; compulsively runs his fingers into the right one to check on the small red thing resting in the back]

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