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[It's been a while since mister Sinclair were on the main network instead of replying to people, so let's have him on video for a bit! He's laying slumped against his bed, and there's an ashtray overflowing beside his hand. All five of his pups are laying near or on him in some respect - three at the foot of the bed, on his feet and each other, one against his legs, and Jasmine, the pom, is curled up on his chest.
And boy, you'd better believe he's pale. Deathly pale, sickly pale.
The room is damn dark. Only the ghostly light of the screens and the portholes are shining, though there are some brightly coloured plasmids above his bed, streaking reds and blues up his wall.
Weakly, he speaks; he seems to have meant to turn on the audio, but the camera's going anyways.]
Miss Rogue, it's goin' t'be a bit before I have your work done.
Jack, I want you t'look in on Alex when he regenerates.
Seems we've got an event around the corner. Here's t'hopin' everyone makes it out all right.
[He lets out a very quiet moan, putting a hand to his head. Poor Sinclair, so nauseous.]
And boy, you'd better believe he's pale. Deathly pale, sickly pale.
The room is damn dark. Only the ghostly light of the screens and the portholes are shining, though there are some brightly coloured plasmids above his bed, streaking reds and blues up his wall.
Weakly, he speaks; he seems to have meant to turn on the audio, but the camera's going anyways.]
Miss Rogue, it's goin' t'be a bit before I have your work done.
Jack, I want you t'look in on Alex when he regenerates.
Seems we've got an event around the corner. Here's t'hopin' everyone makes it out all right.
[He lets out a very quiet moan, putting a hand to his head. Poor Sinclair, so nauseous.]