...Here we go again.

Okay, so how much of the Horton Watch do we have left anyway? Any special orders for us, "fearless leader"?

Ugh, what a [cough] time [cough cough] to get a cold. Hey, Dr. Monberaux, do [cough] you have any --

[Iji is cut off by a long chain of deep, wet, painful-sounding coughs, like she's trying to hack up a particularly stubborn bit of phlegm.] ...Crap.

[Fail!Locked to Monby]

Uh... I'm coughing up blood. That's bad, right?

Oh, more stuff. Yay. [Sarcastic Iji is sarcastic.]

I'd rather have my friends back. Can we trade?

....

Aang, Leo, you guys still here? Did you get anything?

[Text; not!locked to Leo, Raph, Hohenheim, and Aang]

What do you guys want for Christmas?

...ridiculous.

If anyone needs me, give me a call. I'm not going to sit there in my apartment doing nothing while everyone's off killing each other like they're playing some kind of stupid game.

[SLAM. Past this point, only the sound of Iji angrily walking around outside, partially muffled by her pocket, until the communicator times out.]

I don't like this. It's like a bad horror movie.

[Intended Audio, Accidental Video]

[It looks like Iji is somewhere outside, near the high school, her nanogun on its strap slung over her shoulder as usual. The acid rain falling down on her stops just short of touching, disappearing in a puff of something that could be either intense steam or smoke -- it's impossible to tell with the video ( Read more... )

[Backdated to this morning, semi-accidental, voice]

This poster... how'd it get here?

[Voice, English]

...Looks like I came in at a really awkward time, huh? Now I'm really glad I didn't eat the fruit.

I'm Iji. Has anyone seen a guy with black hair named Dan? He's my little brother, and he hasn't gotten in contact with me yet.