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[worldentire]

[This is about a day after the event ends. He'd left his feeds and such on, watching/listening what's going on about the mansion, without much thought - he doesn't really care about it, honestly. The video stays on/turns on intermittently throughout the day, showing a whole string of activity throughout the day

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[VIDEO] I KNOW JUST THE RIGHT PERSON TO CHEER HIM UP!

[angel_junk]

[Bhamba tunes in after nightfall, deciding that now would be a good time to continue the conversation he was forced to abandon during the event.

...but even Bhamba has a perceptive moment every now and then and so Sinclair's condition doesn't go unnoticed.]

I want to tell you that you look like hell and that those cigarettes are going to kill you slowly and painfully, but first I need to ask if you are by any chance capable of shooting fire from your hands?

[video] I FAIL TO SEE HOW THIS PLAN WILL GO AWRY

[worldentire]

[He frowns at Bhamba. His voice is flat.]

No.

[VIDEO] HOORAY! *THROWS CONFETTI*

[angel_junk]

Oh good! In that case: You look like hell and those cigarettes are going to kill you slowly and painfully.

[video] /STREAMERS!

[worldentire]

[He leans forward and puts one hand before the camera. It goes oddly shiny, as if covered in water, and suddenly icicles shoot out of his hand, coated in blood.] But I can shoot ice, [he says darkly, glaring at Bhamba.]

[text//posted after nightfall]

[thinkin_man]

Sinclair?

[video]

[worldentire]

[He leans forward and taps a button somewhere under the camera, then leans back again.] Yes, son, what is it? [His voice is tense, tired and hoarse.]

[text]

[thinkin_man]

You don't look well, not at all.

[video]

[worldentire]

Not feelin' too well, honestly. [He grimaces, but the flash of the screens barely shows it.] I feel like my body's tryin' t'fall apart.

[VIDEO // PRIVATE]

[echo_of_utopia]

[With the annoying outside influence gone Lamb can finally turn to administering the patient care Sinclair clearly needs.]

And how are you today, Mister Sinclair?

[video//private]

[worldentire]

[He fights the urge to say something nicely.]

... Why the hell are you botherin' me.

[video//private]

[echo_of_utopia]

Because I am concerned about you, Mister Sinclair. And as your doctor I would appreciate it if you could answer my questions. Have you been feeling fatigued? Any nausea, headaches or hallucinations?

[Truth to be told she is concerned, at least in a fashion. Sinclair was not supposed to develop an active Plasmid and if there are more side effects Lamb fears that Sinclair is in for a fate much worse than she had intended.]

[video//private]

[worldentire]

...No hallucinations. Skin just doesn't feel quite right.

Since when are you my doctor? [He glares at her and shifts where he sits. Something doesn't seem quite right.]

[ video ]

[mississippikiss]

[ There actually seems to be... a bit of anger in that confusion. ]

What in...

Sinclair, what on God's green earth are you doin'?!

[video] What time is she contacting him? D;

[worldentire]

[He looks up at the communicator.]

..I'm not too sure, honestly.

[video] Oh, sorry! After the last post, probably the morning after, as soon as she sees it,

[mississippikiss]

Look, ain't a lot of folk too pleased to be here, but we ain't shootin' up to deal with it.

[video] No problem! I figured as much, but I just wanted to make sure. <3

[worldentire]

. . .

This is different, missy. [He sounds defeated and the ever-present confusion is there.]

[video]

[kindly_done]

[Jack discovers that he's finally feeling awake and recovered enough to do something other than sleep like the dead for days at a time. Unfortunately he discovers this around three-fifteen in the morning, so he's just going to go ahead and watch Sinclair's entry. There's some fast-forwarding, and then his bored expression shifts to one of concern.]

Mister Sinclair?

[video]

[worldentire]

[His eyes don't quite seem to register, and he doesn't bother looking up. His voice is shaky and weak, breaking in places.] ...Didn't think I'd be hearin' your voice again anytime soon, son.

[video]

[kindly_done]

[He glances down, looking a little guilty.]

I've been sleeping a lot. The stuff Dr. Tam gave me really puts me out. What's going on?

[video]

[worldentire]

[And now he sounds far away, as if he's checked out mentally from the conversation.]

...That's good. ...You've, ah... healed, I'm sure.. That's always good... You.. missed an event...