When You Fall Down | [ video -> action ] | open

[fatherssins]

[ The last few days have been a little too much for Adrian to take and, uncharacteristically, he decides to communicate with the numbers community with video. After the last time he had tried to promise himself he wouldn't try this again but with no pulses to ward him off he felt safe to broadcast. The camera on his phone focuses on his face, he's casually dressed and when he speaks his new, pointy teeth are not hard to miss. He's outside, the sun is setting. ]

Hi everyone, sorry if my last video disturbed some of you. Not my intention, promise.

[ He motions to cross his heart with his free hand ]

Anyway, my "sorry" message here is that I'm out tonight. Anyone who wants a drink text me and I'll tell you where I am. I probably owe some people more than one.

So, [ He pauses a moment before managing a lopsided smile ] maybe I'll see some of you later.

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Who: Adrian and...
What: After what's happened in the mine and the stress that followed Adrian felt the need to get out and have a drink.
Where: One of the many bars in the city centre
When: Today (26th June)


Adrian is at one of the many so-called "indy" bars in Locke city, the walls are plastered with various posters of bands old and new; ranging from Pink Floyd to Florence and the Machine. He's found a grotty, cosy, little corner composed of an assortment of chairs around an old wooden table. He's in the largest, plushest of chairs; a red, leather armchair which dwarfs his slender figure. The table in front has a variety of messages carved into it and he seems fascinated with reading them as he sips on his beer.

Comments

[fatherssins]

[ A single, shapely eyebrow raises at that ]

I did offer to buy whoever comes a drink, I think.

[thepiisatruth]

Oh, yeah? [He snickers a bit - off he is!]

'Kay -- in that case, where's your transmission coming from?

[fatherssins]

I'm at a bar off the main street.

You coming?