[oo:14] [Voice]
[There's banging, and in the background, a wet sloshing sound before the communicator is picked up with a splash, fumbled by fingers gone numb. Shuddering breaths, and Oz is panting with the effort of trying to get out, his whole body wracked with shivers. The water in his apartment is past his ankles and leaking down the walls from burst pipes from the kitchen and higher floors, frozen around the door and in icy sheets over the walls.]
I-- the pipes broke and flooded. Be careful, everyone! Haa... I didn't realize... Sometimes it-- freezes your doors shut.
[A long silence, broken only by the lapping sound of water.]
I can't get out even feel the cold anymore.
[Oz is probably going to die from hypothermia unless someone can break down the door. |D
EDIT: FORGOT TO MENTION-- Oz is practically the dictionary definition of 'martyr complex'. It might be very difficult to get him to cooperate-- on the other hand, I'd welcome it if someone just barged the fuck in anyway.]
I-- the pipes broke and flooded. Be careful, everyone! Haa... I didn't realize... Sometimes it-- freezes your doors shut.
[A long silence, broken only by the lapping sound of water.]
I can't get out even feel the cold anymore.
[Oz is probably going to die from hypothermia unless someone can break down the door. |D
EDIT: FORGOT TO MENTION-- Oz is practically the dictionary definition of 'martyr complex'. It might be very difficult to get him to cooperate-- on the other hand, I'd welcome it if someone just barged the fuck in anyway.]