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[In a bout of frustration, Rage chucks the communicator against a wall, turning the video on. It gives a tilted view of the ceiling above and there's the edge of a pot next to it with a few leaves within view as well, along with small round yellow objects dangling from what appear to be branches. Soon there are footsteps and a hand picks up the communicator, and before the screen goes dark there's a brief but better view of Rage's plant. It's a tiny lemon tree.
The communicator is tossed onto the bed and she flops down beside it, and all you see is the right side of her face. There's a few bandages over her cheek but its not enough to hide the nasty looking scar that's peaking out, and her face is kind of flushed. Eyes shut tightly, no glasses on, then a hand smacks over her eyes while she groans loudly.]
I feel like shit.
[When she moves her hand away and shifts to the side to face the communicator, she squints her eyes at the screen then curses under her breath before snatching it up and fumbling around with it.]
{fail!Locked to Scientists}
I need a new pair of glasses.
[A pause while the communicator is turned over and goes dark again.]
And a baseball bat.
[Finally she manages to turn it off.]
(ooc: Rage currently has a faint fever from the infection she got when
Popple threw a rock at her face. She also can't see anything because her last pair of glasses got broken because of said rock.)