25 // video // and this is still only the second day :|
(( OOC: Heads up: for the duration of this event, anyone who knew Alex has forgotten he exists, unless we've arranged otherwise/you want to arrange otherwise.))
Jack. Jack.
[ Hey look, it's the familiar face of that guy who no-one remembers right now! He hasn't bothered to lock or direct the broadcast, but forgive the poor snowflake: he's a ( Read more... )
Jack. Jack.
[ Hey look, it's the familiar face of that guy who no-one remembers right now! He hasn't bothered to lock or direct the broadcast, but forgive the poor snowflake: he's a ( Read more... )
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Are...... Are.....
*And the realization of what's happening hits him. He stares at the comm then RUNS. Of course he forgets to turn the comm OFF first....*
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[ Since Masky's end of the conversation is text, Alex has no idea that he's booking it. He is, however, informed by some widget or other on the screen that this sure ain't Jack. ]
But - Are you - are you in Jack's room?
[ He literally can't comprehend why someone other than Jack picked up this broadcast. Look, it even has Jack's name! Right there at the beginning! ]
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Are you......
Where are?
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[ The communicator shows vague shadows behind him, which, yeah, is fairly standard for Alex!bedroom.
His look sharpens, focuses. ]
Can you help?
[ Anyone's guess how Markus could help with his problem, but hey, as he helpfully adds at a wide-eyed near-shout a moment later: ]
Somebody has to be able to help!
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I REMEMBER YOU ♥
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You -
[ He's scared, no duh. He's also confused as hell, because he apparently came out of their last encounter unscathed and fed cake of all things, but that's more of a footnote. ]
Did you - I fucking knew it - Did you do this?
[ He strongly suspects the event, actually, but it's easy to be suspicious. ]
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MISS YOU )':
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Right. Stuck.
[ That's right. She's a mirror. There are rules, apparently. She's stuck over there, where she can't break his door and attack him with hammers and pump him with drugs.
A-and -
With really, really good drugs. Incredible doses, like sex and fire and - ]
Stop it!
[ She's the only person who's willingly given him that much. To that level. The level he wants. So much. The only one. ]
Shut up!
[ And now the thought just. won't. leave. ]
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It's not that it's someone he knows. He doesn't. He doesn't know that face, that little prick of familiarity is nothing.
It's that it's a splicer. And how did it know his name?]
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[ On some level he registers that there's something wrong here. But it sure isn't the conscious level, because that has other, more red and glowy concerns. ]
You've - done this. You've had - it, you've - How does it not - How - how do you get through it?
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No, literally. He keeps waiting for Jack to appear and take the call. What just happened seems to have taken place out of time; he can't rationalise it except as a dream that he had sometime.
He looks at the screen for a while, pinching and scratching at his arms. ]
Ja. Jack. Help. Help.
((ooc: aheh I understand if Jack doesn't reply. XD))
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The face you see on video looks tired, haggard, weary and all those other words that are really just euphemisms for complete and utter hell.
Her hair is on the frizz, an abandoned bird's nest, by the looks of it.
But appearance is one thing. The outbursts she failed to control, the ones she doesn't even register until it's too late? That's another level of horror entirely.
This broadcast however? It would make her want to step in, even if she didn't know the young man... which is now so very, very much up for debate. ]
...Mr. Kralie?
[ She sounds hesitant, sounds as if she's seeking help rather than offering it. But the truth is that-- was that a bee on her screen just now? ]
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So--
So--
[ Is it Sofia? Her voice, the way she addressed him, says yes. (Literally. Did we mention the damn air?) But everything else - the tangled hair, the stained and torn clothes, the - glimpse of a bee?! - screams her mirror's name.
And the address that happened a few seconds ago seems to have gone unanswered for a lifetime. He's not even totally sure he didn't imagine it.
It doesn't occur to him that Mirror Lamb can't leave her own side right now. He draws his head back, glaring at her with a kind of desperate, rebellious triumph. ]
I didn't go! I didn't go! I didn't go! Fuck your plasmids!
[ And a ( ... )
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[ What the screen shows are her shoulders, moving.
What it doesn't show is the hand that is frantically scratching at her arm, scratching at the holes in it and covering them up, pushing back the bees, ignoring the angry buzzing because she didn't splice, this is all just her imagination, she didn't splice, this is just an event, she didn't splice, this is not real, she didn't splice, she didn't splice, she didn't splice. ]
My plasmids, why my plasmids?
[ That came out just a tad more high-pitched and hysterical than it meant to. ]
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I don't want 'em you can keep 'em!
[ He's wide-eyed with triumph for a moment, but then his face falls and he shudders, and goes on shuddering. ]
Shut up if I say it I can I can... [ He shuts his eyes tight and has to shout at himself. ] You're lying again! You're lying again!
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