021 - video - slightly forward-timed to later Thursday night

[cauchemal]

[SOME AMOUNT OF TIME AFTER THIS (i.e. long enough for Arthur to go on his give-'em-all-the-kick rampage and for Perry to get worried) Mal turns on her communicator. It's at a really crazy angle, but she can't see straight enough to hold it steady; plus she's lying on the floor. There's blood on her face from a scratch left by Arthur's gun, but she

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Private

[naughtbutlife]

Arthur has done this? Did he...has he...does he believe he dreams? He spoke of an idea - God Almighty --

Is that your cabin? Do not attempt to move until a physician comes to you, Mal. Someone will come to help you, and someone will stop Arthur.

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[cauchemal]

Yes, I'm here. In my room. I think Dick is coming.

Re: Private

[naughtbutlife]

Oh, thank the Lord. He will bring you down to the infirmary and I shall meet you both there.

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[cauchemal]

All right. I will see you there, Angelica.

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[naughtbutlife]

Take your time, Mal.