clawing oneself out of the abyss [voice post]

[mister_hatter]

[There is no video feed this time. Just the grind and grit of gravel shifting, the dripping sounds of water and Break's laughter. His voice misses 'merry' by a long shot. He sounds like he might be going into shock.]

What lovely, lovely, lovely hospitality.

[Whispering conspiratorially to the device. Every breath he takes hitches, catching in

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[notanexplorer]

Hospitals are a bitch.

[mister_hatter]

Hospitals?

[notanexplorer]

You know. Places that give hospitality.

[[ooc: gah! misread!]]

[mister_hatter]

[Break laughs, again just softly.]

I don't think I shall be returning.

[ooc: no worries, it happens!]

[voice]

[kill_joo_ded]

[Feeling out a situation never hurt.

...Did you ask for any?

[voice]

[mister_hatter]

Any what?

[Languid, dazed.]

[voice]

[kill_joo_ded]

[Well, that said loads.]

Rootbeer and hard candy.

[voice]

[mister_hatter]

Why would I-

Oh. The tea.

[not_a_damn_dog]

You sound like a thousand miles of bad road, pal.

[mister_hatter]

Roads don't talk.

Well. Not usually.

[not_a_damn_dog]

Figure of speech.

[mister_hatter]

Ah. I see.

[nimquesse]

....What's wrong with you?

[mister_hatter]

The building I was living with is having some problems.

[nimquesse]

Should I dare to ask what kind of problems?

[mister_hatter]

The rather inescapable kind.

[sauceytomato]

[mister_hatter]

[Break's end also remains quiet.]