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[ACCIDENTAL VIDEO POST]
[have a Larxene. When the picture fizzles in, it's at an odd angle, tilted like it's about 45 degrees clockwise from straight. Imagine that, if you will. Aside from that, she's suddenly sitting up in bed, eyes wide, hand clutched over her chest, sweating--]
What is--feeling? How is that--[she breaks off, doubling over, her other hand clenching in the sheets next to her. She stays that way for a good minute and a half, before her shoulders start to shake slightly, and there's a bit of a laugh] This is--emotion? How is that even possible? [she's laughing now, still bent double, sounding closer and closer to hysteria. She suddenly sits up straight again, fingers fumbling for her wrists, pressing to the pulse point--and after a moment of not finding anything, then go to her neck. She seems to freeze then, and her eyes go wide.]
....a heart. Hahaha, I have a heart. [she sounds torn between horror and giddiness, that nearly-hysterical laughter rising in pitch] A heart! How could that even--did this City--[she shudders a bit, and oddly there might be tears. But if there are, she hasn’t noticed them yet. And maybe there’s a noise from the PDA-a beeping sound?-but her head suddenly snaps over there, eyes widening (NOW you can see those tears. It’s hard to say if she’s even noticed them herself).]
That thing--no! [she reaches out a hand, furious, obviously intending for her lighting to zap it into the next light year….but nothing happens.] My lightning--[there’s another look of dawning horror, looking from the PDA device to her hand] No, it has to work! [her hand shoots out again--and again, and again, with the same result. She makes an infuriated sound, scrambling out of bed and to the PDA, grasping it with shaking hands]
You’d better not--no no no don’t post--!
[TRANSMISSION END]
[ooc: going from no emotion to lots of it is not an easy process :x She's Average Joe cursed]
[have a Larxene. When the picture fizzles in, it's at an odd angle, tilted like it's about 45 degrees clockwise from straight. Imagine that, if you will. Aside from that, she's suddenly sitting up in bed, eyes wide, hand clutched over her chest, sweating--]
What is--feeling? How is that--[she breaks off, doubling over, her other hand clenching in the sheets next to her. She stays that way for a good minute and a half, before her shoulders start to shake slightly, and there's a bit of a laugh] This is--emotion? How is that even possible? [she's laughing now, still bent double, sounding closer and closer to hysteria. She suddenly sits up straight again, fingers fumbling for her wrists, pressing to the pulse point--and after a moment of not finding anything, then go to her neck. She seems to freeze then, and her eyes go wide.]
....a heart. Hahaha, I have a heart. [she sounds torn between horror and giddiness, that nearly-hysterical laughter rising in pitch] A heart! How could that even--did this City--[she shudders a bit, and oddly there might be tears. But if there are, she hasn’t noticed them yet. And maybe there’s a noise from the PDA-a beeping sound?-but her head suddenly snaps over there, eyes widening (NOW you can see those tears. It’s hard to say if she’s even noticed them herself).]
That thing--no! [she reaches out a hand, furious, obviously intending for her lighting to zap it into the next light year….but nothing happens.] My lightning--[there’s another look of dawning horror, looking from the PDA device to her hand] No, it has to work! [her hand shoots out again--and again, and again, with the same result. She makes an infuriated sound, scrambling out of bed and to the PDA, grasping it with shaking hands]
You’d better not--no no no don’t post--!
[TRANSMISSION END]
[ooc: going from no emotion to lots of it is not an easy process :x She's Average Joe cursed]