[Accidental Video/Action] -- backdated to early this morning
[Gilbert has been avoiding mirrors. Of course he has. It's become obvious for a while that something is going on again in this city. But Gilbert has also been steeping himself in denial for a bit. The things he thought he saw at the corner of his vision in mirrors can't have been real. They can't.
So he's been avoiding them. Mirrors. Everything. Though he tries his best to act normally. He can't afford to be otherwise. He's worried, far too worried, about his friends and family here.
This is why he's walking back from the store, arms a bit full of groceries. He catches sight of his reflection in a store window, the time-dulled glass enough that he can see himself. And all at once both he and his reflection are looking wide-eyed and uncertain. Gilbert steps back the bags falling from his arms. It's then that his communicator clatters to the ground as well, opening and turning a skewed video feed on.]
...no. You... you can't be real...
[Gilbert is backing up, quickly, and onto the feed come a small group of figures, familiar though looking worse for the wear at the moment. Naoki, Oz, Ada, though they're pale and hollow eyed, plainly not among the living even they are moving rather rapidly towards Gilbert.]
Not... not real. I'm... I'm so sorry... I never meant to. You're... I can't! [And Gilbert turns to run, though he slows enough to scoop up his communicator, ending the feed as he does so.]
So he's been avoiding them. Mirrors. Everything. Though he tries his best to act normally. He can't afford to be otherwise. He's worried, far too worried, about his friends and family here.
This is why he's walking back from the store, arms a bit full of groceries. He catches sight of his reflection in a store window, the time-dulled glass enough that he can see himself. And all at once both he and his reflection are looking wide-eyed and uncertain. Gilbert steps back the bags falling from his arms. It's then that his communicator clatters to the ground as well, opening and turning a skewed video feed on.]
...no. You... you can't be real...
[Gilbert is backing up, quickly, and onto the feed come a small group of figures, familiar though looking worse for the wear at the moment. Naoki, Oz, Ada, though they're pale and hollow eyed, plainly not among the living even they are moving rather rapidly towards Gilbert.]
Not... not real. I'm... I'm so sorry... I never meant to. You're... I can't! [And Gilbert turns to run, though he slows enough to scoop up his communicator, ending the feed as he does so.]