48 || [accidental vide0]

[timisnotme]

*Behold Masky in all the greenish glory that is nightvision. He's standing in a room in front of a tank. A tank holding a small crocodile that's chirping at him happily. There's something slimy and gloppy in Masky's hand, presumably Vector's midnight snack, but every time Masky gets close to the tank Vector playfully charges the glass with excited

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[last_liar]

...You're still here.

[last_liar]

[Well, it's something.]

Um...if that isn't your crocodile, why do you have it?

[timisnotme]

Is not my room.

*he turns to the comm to further analyze the screen.*

Are healed. Could have done worse.

[last_liar]

I got something from the vendors that helped.

What does the uh...the Operator want with the people you leave?

[timisnotme]

Sometimes kills them. Sometimes takes their memories. Does what it wants.

[last_liar]

But why?

[timisnotme]

Why what?

Do what am told. Obey.

[last_liar]

...Yeah. Okay. I think I get it.

[timisnotme]

Operator has not asked for you.

Are safe.

[last_liar]

Okay. That's...that's good to know.

[timisnotme]

Might later.

Then come get you. But now. Not.

*Though he does seem to be leaving the room now.*

[last_liar]

....What?

[Um...]

[timisnotme]

What said.

*How was that in any way unclear? Other than his atrocious grammar and poor sentence structure and lack of pronouns...*

[last_liar]

...Okay, so I should just....not go anywhere near you, then, I guess.

Not...not that I was going to anyway.

[timisnotme]

Would be best. For you.

Could find if needed. Don't so aren't looking.

[last_liar]

That's not exactly comforting.