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[arrogantedingly]

[ And this is Rodney -- not exactly hiding, but lurking protectively outside his base and taking notes on the flickering. He's looking for any rate of change, any clue that it's going to stop soon or finally overload. He doesn't want to LEAVE his equipment, but he feels like he should keep an eye on things out here too

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[strayedingly]

[Gabranth stops in front of this building. He has a feeling that this could be the one.

Of course, he doesn't yet notice Rodney himself, nor is he entirely aware if Saix is even still following him. Before making any further investigation, he decides to test the latter.]

Is he here?

[claymoredingly]

['Sup again, Rodney, Saïx is back, and this time he brought a rival for Yako's attention friend. Oh, and ignore the weapon Saïx is dragging along. It's just a safety precaution, honest.]

... yes. [His eyes are still flickering and he still feels sick, but he's feeling a little better now that he isn't focused on the fact that, y'know, the very person he used to be keeps changing. Instead, he's focused on what's happening here and now, because it isn't changing -- well. It isn't changing nearly as bad, if that makes any sense at all.]

[Anyway, this is Sacks walking over to you, Rodney.] ... ah... ... [he doesn't really know what to say, so instead he's going to lean against his claymore and let the other two do the talking, k]

[arrogantedingly]

[ Looks up from where he's sitting and -- whoa, hi Galbranth. And Saïx. With a large weapon. ]

Can I help you...?

[ He's glancing at Saix for a clue to whats going on.

[strayedingly]

[Well, that answers his question-- both questions, actually. Gabranth regards the man carefully, making no move to draw his weapon just yet.]

You are the man called Rodney, correct?

[toweredingly]

[Appearing behind you]

Is this your fault, sai McKay?

[arrogantedingly]

[ Spins in surprise and glowers. ]

Is what my fault, hm?

[toweredingly]

The flickering.

[arrogantedingly]

Oh, ok, so one minute I am totally wrong and nothing I do will work and I am wasting my time and you are some kind of expert on the topic and then, hello! Something strange is happening! Must be me, right?

[belovedingly]

[Holding a hand to his forehead because his prophet-ness is turning on and off and on and off and it hurts like hell]

Three people have thrown up while I've been looking around, and the rest are reeling around with headaches. Does that tell you anything?

[He is THIS CLOSE to rushing in and activating the override procedure]

[arrogantedingly]

It tells me that their reality flickering makes them feel sick. I was expecting that.

[ Glances up and gives you a tired stare. ]

What? Oh, come on, are you really surprised?

[belovedingly]

I'm not surprised. I just hope this is the worst that happens. The more I feel my old self, the more I fill with dread.

[Slides down to sit on the ground, hugging his knees]

[arrogantedingly]

You think your head might suddenly explode? Somehow, I doubt it.

[ Hesitates, then stops writing and carefully moves towards you. ]

I somehow doubt it but uh, is there anything that would help you feel less sick?