Thirty-Sixth Message [Video | Sheet of Paper | Forward-Timed to Later Afternoon]

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[Happy October, Numbers.

Have a special post to accompany one of the surprise complications of the day. Special lighting, special location. Anthony looks especially disheveled for this one - or p'raps that's the broad daylight overhead highlighting what's always been there? That might be another spot worn open in his forehead, the opening in his cheek a little wider, hair apparent enough as distinctly mussed in the back. In any case, he's on a street, and what view of buildings there is says not too far from Espresso Yourself.

His right sleeve's empty. Hanging down straight. He doesn't regard it one bit.

Sits put a few moments, opens his jaw, and takes a couple of breaths - good 'n slow, considering, loud by contrast to the lack thereof prior. Turns his head up one way, tips another - the loose sleeve swings - and he refocuses when the left hand catches the connection point.

When he speaks, apart from the halting, he sounds incongruously composed. His tone is almost dully even.]

If. There's anything on the news...

It. Wasn't. Me.

I -- was told... You - [Gulp.] - know who it was...

Dead - [That one hit a distinct tense chord. Falls out of it flatter and husky.]

We'll -- ...figure it out, figure it out, we - have - to figure it out, why does -- ...

It'll be all right... It'll be all right...

[He... had a train of thought. He still has it - just on standby. Don't blame him for being a wee bit freaked out right now - he knows he is, hence the disorientation and this current apparent detachment of his arm - all in his head, got to be all in his head, happens from time to time...]

I -- 'mmh.

I'll want to talk. ...When I, I, 'mm home, I -- think.

Comments

[Video]

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[Clears the way for an unsteady "Mmh - "]

I -- [Clears his throat.] -- can't tell where it - where it should -- where it should start -- though... a-at -

[An erratic sort of whimpering sound.] -- I told -- the press that I-I don't eat - is-is being - forward -- useless, or-or was I - are we not being "heard" - enough -- ?

[Voice]

[dominateartimus]

We'll figure something out. Possibly do something that can change people's opinions about us.

[Please don't whimper Anthony. You'll make him feel even worse.]

...You told the press that you don't eat other people, correct?

[Video]

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[Nods.] ...Letter to the paper. And on the news with Lyall - said - I'm harmless. -- And that I don't - eat...

[Voice]

[dominateartimus]

That's good. Do you happen to have an alibi for when the murder took place?

[scramasax]

I -- would've been home, but - [Coughs again, voices it.] - nnh, uh. No one could prove -- that except -- I mean, no one else would know -- but Nick.

[dominateartimus]

That does complicate things. Unless... [He trails off for a moment.] You set up a video camera to record things in case another murder happens.

[Okay, maybe that was a bit excessive and unnecessary. There might be a chance that people won't believe it either.]