Day 68 - Video Call to All

[yesthatsmyname]

 [For the first time in a while, Mary Lightly's image flickers onto the screen. Despite the unusual silence from him, and despite the current happenings...his face is calm. Blank. He scarcely blinks as he regards the camera, drawing a slow breath through his nose before speaking.]

...Hi.

[His voice is very quiet. He pushes his glasses up on his nose

Comments

[cukoolanded]

That's very nice of you to offer everyone your help. . .

[There's a pause, she isn't used to asking people to talk. It feels strange. Her voice is quiet and hesitant.]

Talking might be nice.

[yesthatsmyname]

Well, there isn't much else I can offer to do.

I'd be happy to listen.

[cukoolanded]

It doesn't change it from being nice. As long as you really don't mind, that would be lovely.

[She tilts her head, blinking at Mary. He seems a bit familiar.]

I think we've spoken before. . .

[yesthatsmyname]

Not at all. I'd be happy to help out.

...We might have. Remind me what your name was? [He starts to prod through his notepad, looking for her entry. Funny, he's usually so fastidious about notes.]

[frontpaiges]

Are you sure? All of this...it's a lot to deal with for just one person.

[yesthatsmyname]

I've...seen a lot. I was a criminal profiler.

I can handle it.

[frontpaiges]

That's a useful profession in a place like this. [No hint of sarcasm.]

I used to be a reporter. In Iraq. I've...seen a lot of terrible things, but this town really takes the cake.

[yesthatsmyname]

It comes in handy.

...It's...really something. But it beats being dead, don't you think?

[Well, that's...an odd thing to say. He absently scratches at his chest where the scar from his stabbing is hidden beneath his shirt.]

[timisnotme]

*static....static....*

Is good in fog. Like.

[yesthatsmyname]

[...Well, that's new. His poker face, however, does not change.]

...Was that an unfinished metaphor, or are you saying that you like it?

[timisnotme]

Do like it. Is good for hiding. Watching.

Is blood and death in the fog.

[yesthatsmyname]

[Mary blinks. That was NOT what he was expecting to hear.]

...Yes. There is.

Have we...met before? I don't think I've spoken to you, yet. [Because good GOD would he have taken notes.]

[leavinggod]

Your offer is very kind, but not to be rude... there are some things that can't be helped.

[yesthatsmyname]

I take it, then, you don't need to talk.

Just offering. It's at least something I can do.

[leavinggod]

It's nothing personal. Are you sure you can handle this?

[yesthatsmyname]

I'm sure.

[He is staring the camera down in an unnerving fashion.]