v. video & voice.
[for once, the video's turning on. but it's also turned on to a chest.]
[a female chest, to be specific. a very nice nurse's chest, to be completely detailed. it starts to pan upward to get to the nurse's face, but before it can reach there--]
Timcanpy. [- the camera's been yanked out of whack, giving a few shots of an ordinary- if well quipped- hospital room, a scratchy-blanketed-bed and a quick tilted frame of Allen's frowning and rather bruised face (clean bandages wrapped around skin that looked distinctly darker, as if he'd been born an Italian instead of an Englishmen; left eye completely covered) before snapping off to voice alone. the nurse seems to laugh, before something clatters, there's footsteps out and then a door shutting.]
[and an awkward, full-on silence.]
... Ah... This... is still on? [erm. right. he grumbles something ('Timcanpy, quit it!'), but when the feed remains, his voice picks up abruptly, becomes cheery:] Oh, well, er, I guess this is a good time to say that the hospital's very nice. Someone kept saying that the food was awful, but it really isn't that bad.
[a beat.]
The rooms are spacious, too. I wasn't expecting that. And the doctors... Medicine has come a long way, hasn't it? I can't even feel my fingers right now... -- [sudden nervousness:] That is supposed to happen, right? They said so, but...
[... but. ... ahem.]
Everyone else is doing well, too? I heard most of us were slated into the hospitals, but -- [there's that 'but' again-] I wasn't sure. If... you could check in, that'd be great. Everyone else that I haven't heard from, too, since these past few weeks were rather...
[another trail off (he's obviously not very up to completing sentences today). but after a silence--]
Thanks. [and the feed is very very quickly cut after that.]
[a female chest, to be specific. a very nice nurse's chest, to be completely detailed. it starts to pan upward to get to the nurse's face, but before it can reach there--]
Timcanpy. [- the camera's been yanked out of whack, giving a few shots of an ordinary- if well quipped- hospital room, a scratchy-blanketed-bed and a quick tilted frame of Allen's frowning and rather bruised face (clean bandages wrapped around skin that looked distinctly darker, as if he'd been born an Italian instead of an Englishmen; left eye completely covered) before snapping off to voice alone. the nurse seems to laugh, before something clatters, there's footsteps out and then a door shutting.]
[and an awkward, full-on silence.]
... Ah... This... is still on? [erm. right. he grumbles something ('Timcanpy, quit it!'), but when the feed remains, his voice picks up abruptly, becomes cheery:] Oh, well, er, I guess this is a good time to say that the hospital's very nice. Someone kept saying that the food was awful, but it really isn't that bad.
[a beat.]
The rooms are spacious, too. I wasn't expecting that. And the doctors... Medicine has come a long way, hasn't it? I can't even feel my fingers right now... -- [sudden nervousness:] That is supposed to happen, right? They said so, but...
[... but. ... ahem.]
Everyone else is doing well, too? I heard most of us were slated into the hospitals, but -- [there's that 'but' again-] I wasn't sure. If... you could check in, that'd be great. Everyone else that I haven't heard from, too, since these past few weeks were rather...
[another trail off (he's obviously not very up to completing sentences today). but after a silence--]
Thanks. [and the feed is very very quickly cut after that.]