25 // video // and this is still only the second day :|
(( OOC: Heads up: for the duration of this event, anyone who knew Alex has forgotten he exists, unless we've arranged otherwise/you want to arrange otherwise.))
Jack. Jack.
[ Hey look, it's the familiar face of that guy who no-one remembers right now! He hasn't bothered to lock or direct the broadcast, but forgive the poor snowflake: he's a ( Read more... )
Jack. Jack.
[ Hey look, it's the familiar face of that guy who no-one remembers right now! He hasn't bothered to lock or direct the broadcast, but forgive the poor snowflake: he's a ( Read more... )
Are...... Are.....
*And the realization of what's happening hits him. He stares at the comm then RUNS. Of course he forgets to turn the comm OFF first....*
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[ Since Masky's end of the conversation is text, Alex has no idea that he's booking it. He is, however, informed by some widget or other on the screen that this sure ain't Jack. ]
But - Are you - are you in Jack's room?
[ He literally can't comprehend why someone other than Jack picked up this broadcast. Look, it even has Jack's name! Right there at the beginning! ]
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Are you......
Where are?
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[ The communicator shows vague shadows behind him, which, yeah, is fairly standard for Alex!bedroom.
His look sharpens, focuses. ]
Can you help?
[ Anyone's guess how Markus could help with his problem, but hey, as he helpfully adds at a wide-eyed near-shout a moment later: ]
Somebody has to be able to help!
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*Oh he's torn. Alex is actually asking for help. And all he wants in the entire world is to be able to help Alex and J. But... Ice. He hesitates....
Will c0me.
*He's on his way. But he is FUCKING TERRIFIED*
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[ He really does sound desperate. It's what happens when you're abruptly re-introduced to the most hideous addiction of your life. His hands are still pressed together, one fist inside another, both shaking visibly. ]
Maybe maybe you were meant to find the broadcast. Maybe. If you can help. Can you. Can you help.
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For a moment he looks confused. You're still not Jack, why are -
OH RIGHT. Just to clarify, then: ]
I thought you were coming up here. I did.
[ Honestly it's freakin' worrying that he couldn't keep his mind on the fact for even that long, but - but that's just his being distracted, that's just the cravings, which is bad, yes, it's bad, but it's not as bad as losing his mind, he isn't losing his mind. ]
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Are... What's wrong?
Don't... *Deep breath* don't freeze me again.
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[ He forces himself to stop scratching, twists the sleeve of his fleece around his fingers instead, painfully tight. ]
Just the mansion. It's always the mansion. [ Here his voice starts to rise. ] Mirrors and events and - everything's the fucking mansion! [ A gasping breath. ] What the fuck did I do to -
[ He interrupts himself with a laugh, short and brutal. ]
- The fuck did I do to the mansion -
[ And another laugh, longer. He couldn't tell you why it's funny, because it's not, not really. But it gets inside him, screaming, telling him exactly what he's doing but giving no hint as to what he's done, that obnoxious little shit. ]
To the mansion - to make it hate me this much? Huh?
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*Ok. Help him... Help him.... What to do? Uhhhh....*
Should lay down? Rest?
Are.... What do you need?
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[ The thought sets off a third round of shaking cackles, because man, he's tried that. He actually got his gun out, but whether because of himself or because the mansion wanted to keep having its fun, he couldn't bring himself to fire it. The last several hours have been medically-induced oblivion, but he woke up from that feeling sicker than he could bear, so that recovering back to baseline mid-stages splicer was almost a respite.
None of that is funny. None of that is funny at all.
He shuts up as suddenly, and with much the same expression, as if he's been gagged. ]
Sorry I'm sorry I -
Need to -
ADAM I need ADAM I need ADAM I need ADAM I need -
[ Again, he brings his hands and shoulders up and sinks his head down, pressing his wrists against his forehead and sagging sideways against the doorframe. ]
- No, nooo.
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Don't know what is.
*He's going to tentatively try and lead alex back into his room. Come on ARK, I'm leading YOU. Mwahahaaaaa.. Ahem. Yes. Back into his room*
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[ Because if Markus doesn't know what it is, then he doesn't have any, and he won't be able to get any. Alex holds that thought very firmly in his mind. He wants to think that it doesn't matter, that he wouldn't act on it even if Markus could pull plasmids out of the closet - but his own long shudder at the thought gives the lie to that.
It's happening again. The same thing, all over again. He can't let it. He can't. This must just be for the event, right? Just for a couple of days?
Alex lets himself be punningly led back inside. ]
You don't know what it is. Okay. That's good.
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*Yeah. He's totally confused. He makes Alex sit on the couch and then regards him quizically. What does he need? What should he do?*
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Don't make me think you know. Don't make me think you have any.
[ He loses eye contact and shakes his head like a dog worried by flies. ]
How long's left. Don't look at me, I don't know. It can't be long. Don't be stupid. I'll just ride it out. Haha. Heard that one before.
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