Violation 0.27 - [Action/Accidental Voice] (Backdated)

[moonlightoutlaw]

[Early in the morning on Sunday, after the event, the journal is knocked aside and starts broadcasting the following. There is no image or video, but everything below is transmitted for all to hear:]

"Morning, sunshine."

"Lotte... Just five more minutes..."

"Right. Five more minutes."

"M-M-M-Mister Goroh?!"

"You're in my bed."

Comments

[Action]

[yellowthirteen]

[Well, here's a certain pilot. Out on the couch. In the living room. Except he's not sitting on the couch. He's laying very awkwardly on it. And by that, half of him is hanging off of it. And by that, he was sleeping at a like, seventy degree angle on the couch. Upside down.

And as soon as he hears Litchi's loud exclaimation, he promptly wakes up in a start and falls off the couch gracelessly and awkwardly.]

OW! Dammit!

[Action]

[not_meatbuns]

[Litchi, groping blindly along a wall for balance, stops in her tracks when she hears the cursing from the living room. That... did not sound good. Her own troubles can wait a minute.

Even though she's mostly blind without her glasses, so this is a fairly spastic approach.]

D-David? Are you okay?

[Action]

[yellowthirteen]

[Right now, he's kind of clutching his head and demanding that the room stop spinning, and resisting the urge to curse further.]

I feel like I have a head filled with pissed off bees!

[And now he's trying to reorient himself and try to pull himself up to the couch again. And mostly failing.]

[Action]

[not_meatbuns]

[The lamp she was sure was out of her way is nearly knocked over as she goes to try and help him. Just kind of... leaning over and trying to see him better.]

Just sit still, I can... get you something.

[...Once she finds her glasses. Wherever they are.]

[Action]

[yellowthirteen]

[There's an audible groan that comes from the pilot as he keeps trying to clumsily climb back on the couch. Properly this time.]

Feels like I got hit by a truck... what happened last night...?

[Action]

[not_meatbuns]

[Once he manages to find where the couch is, she follows his blurry lead and sinks down onto the couch, putting a hand against his back and giving it a gentle rub.]

I was honestly hoping you would remember something... because I certainly don't know either.

[Action]

[yellowthirteen]

No, I can't. Trying to remember just... makes the bees angrier.

[He massages his temples. ...Really, what he means is he has a throbbing headache.]

[Action]

[not_meatbuns]

[What's terrible is... Litchi has heard those exact words before. Only they literally were bees. So she's probably fretting a little too much over just a headache, but still, those words are far too familiar.

Back rub, back rub.]

Shh. Just stay here. I can bring you something to help.

[Action]

[moonlightoutlaw]

[Goroh walks in moments later, cigarette still clenched in his teeth, with nothing but his pants on. He can't help but notice what's going on as he finds Litchi already giving David a back rub.]

Damn, you work fast, don't you?

[Action]

[yellowthirteen]

[Goroh's question doesn't really register much as other than a gong in his head. He does register his presence and blearily looks over at him, as he's trying to piece what he said together.]

[Action]

[not_meatbuns]

[Litchi tenses up at Goroh's question, turning to glare at him. From far off, just about everything is too blurry to make much out, but she's making the effort.

She's sure nothing happened last night, but the Boundary is so quiet for once that she can't catch any echoes to confirm it. And she knows, somewhere, there would be an echo to answer her question of what in the world happened last night.

...Nevertheless, she's blushing indignantly. Well done, Goroh.]

Mr. Goroh, don't be like that! David isn't feeling well; I'm just trying to help.

[Action]

[moonlightoutlaw]

[Goroh doesn't seem bothered, he just walks past them into the kitchen to get breakfast.]

What happened, Dave. You hit the liquor too hard, last night?

[Action]

[yellowthirteen]

[He's trying to shake off that headache a bit, but now Goroh's voice is coming through. And most of the implications from before? Straight over his head. He's not coherent enough to focus that much yet.]

I don't even remember. [A mild groan.] ...Probably.

[Action]

[not_meatbuns]

[Litchi sighs. Don't get so worked up. It's exactly what Mr. Goroh is fishing for.]

It would certainly make sense...

[Action]

[moonlightoutlaw]

[Meanwhile, Goroh pokes around in the fridge.]

Huh. None of the booze is even gone.

[Action]

[yellowthirteen]

...How could that have...?