{Forty-Five ~ Tragedy} {Accidental Audio}

[chorusangel]

[Really, will Chrissie ever, ever learn to put her comm somewhere it can't fall from and turn itself on? Ehh, probably not. She's dumb like that. Still, it's not like there's much to hear - just some Tchaikovsky in the background, and the sound of feet hitting the floor at iregular intervals. Anyone with a knowledge of classical music and perhaps

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[psychoticracer]

[Hey now, only Erol's allowed to hurt Christine.

Still, expressing concern is not indigenous to his nature. So, his tone is quite casual... though it would be a different story were Christine in any danger.]

Are you hurt?

[chorusangel]

Y-yes, my ankle...

[Pause as she inspects the damage again, and there's a small hiss of pain.]

It just sprain. I think.

[psychoticracer]

Ah.

Can't walk?

[chorusangel]

[...Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. She should have seen this coming a mile off - should have seen it and deflected it right away. She knew that her immobility had irked Erol before, and yet she'd still...

But there was nothing for it now. Maybe he wouldn't be angry.]

I-it not so bad. I sure I be fine soon, but n-now...

Well. I be better soon.

[psychoticracer]

[Erol chuckles. Silly girl.]

And how are you to get better if you can't reach the sickbay, hm?

I'll come get you.

[He sounds more amused than put out.]

[chorusangel]

[Ohhhhh dear. Well, at least he doesn't sound angry.]

W-well, Zeke take me to buffet. So we get ice for my ankle.

You come there?

[He won't be annoyed that someone else got there first, right?

Well, even if he is, she won't be around to hear it, on account of the fact that in the rush to get ice on her ankle, both she and Zeke completely forgot to take along her comm, which remains all alone in the Gym. Aww.]