EIGHTH LOG → VIDEO

[lockbreak]

[ feed starts off shaky, focused at a weird angle on the ground. it's riddled with static and white noise, aside from some very heavy breathing. after a good minute, there's Iowa! helmeted face and all. ]

Alejandro? Where are you? Hey, what the fuck is going on?

[ looks to the left... looks to the right... ]Fuck. Did my armor lock down again?

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[AUDIO]

[huptwo]

Donut?! [yeah, no one is upset here. no one at all.] Where are you?!

VIDEO

[lockbreak]

Simmons, I told you where I was going! Why do you sound so freaked out? What happened? [ DID YOU LEAVE THE HOUSE THAT'S AGAINST THE RULES!! ]

AUDIO FOREVER

[huptwo]

The fuck do you mean what happened?! And I am not freaked out! [no, he just sounds ready to cry. as usual. AND HE DIDN'T LEAVE UNTIL IT WAS OVER ALRIGHT.] Where are you!

VIDEO FOREVER

[lockbreak]

Yes, you ARE! [ ok now he sounds pissed. ] Simmons, tell me right now what the hell is going on!! I'm in Sector 2, like I said I would be!

[huptwo]

[yeah well we're in full freak out mode here] You're- you are? Again? But we just went there, and you were... [hiccup!] Godfuckingdamnit we checked this time! I swear we did!

[lockbreak]

Simmons. [ now his voice is level. ] What's wrong? What happened?

[huptwo]

[hiccup!] U-uh. I don't really know, Alejandro was with you, and something happened-

[he's a little less loud now, but still pretty distressed] I saw your neck... You didn't wake up... Donut you were really dead this time.

[lockbreak]

[ ...what is even. ] What? I never met up with Alejandro; I was just getting out of the teleporter...

[ unsure... ] But... you saw me? Where?

[huptwo]

[he's having a hard time keeping up with this. hello shock.] You did. He said... He said you and he were helping fix something, and something fucked up. He lost his leg and- [hiccup!]- you died. You were just...

[ugh. no thanks.] Grif and I saw your body in Sector 2...

[lockbreak]

[ BAWW SIMMONS he wants to hug you so bad now. ] ....

You... saw my body? [ UM. WAT. ] Where, exactly?

[huptwo]

[he would like a hug. or a paper bag to breathe into.]

The vents... He couldn't move you.

[lockbreak]

[ HE'LL BE THERE SOON but first... it appears as though he's headed for the vents again. ] I have to see this for myself.

[huptwo]

It's... [hiccup! and there's a shuffle- he probably had to get some kleenex.] I wouldn't go look.

[lockbreak]

[ a slow sigh. ] I have to go look. I need to examine it so I know what happened.

I'll be back soon, Simmons. I promise.

BIG O. IN ACTION.

[huptwo]

[and simmons is on the couch at this point, still red eyed and looking ready to cry at any moment but at least he isn't leaking all over the place again.

but he's mindlessly clicking through things on his wearable- micromanaging some things on his MMO account to distract himself from everything else with only an occasional sniffle.]

BIG O. BIG O BIIIIIIIIIG O.

[lockbreak]

[ after a good long while, Iowa finally comes home, dragging ass. he's. well. he's kind of at a weird state, mentally. just having seen his own dead body and all. but maybe that's just a sign of how fucked up he really is; no screaming or breaking down. he's just vaguely unnerved.

he steps inside and-- well. he didn't anticipate Simmons to be out in the open. he sort of stops and stares, still decked out in his armor and all that. he doesn't say a word. almost like he's afraid of being scolded. ]