[ Alex wipes his eyes with a trembling forearm and crawls sideways, away from the smell of the mess he's made, and away from the huge (holy shit) spider and the (is that the crazy guy he met in the corridor?) man in the (...why) dress.
...What the hell. What the actual hell.
This is definitely a hangover. The Operator's never given him a hangover before. But why the hell would he have gone out and gotten drunk?
Moving painfully, stiff and with a hammer-shaped dent in his ribcage (apparently he was sleeping with one, for protection or something presumably), he sits back on his hackles and starts searching his pockets. It's slow, but it's urgent: he's looking for a camera wasp.
(...and he's gradually realising that there's something wrong with his hair. The balance is off, and it's not falling over his ears as it should. Cameras come first, however.) ]
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...What the hell. What the actual hell.
This is definitely a hangover. The Operator's never given him a hangover before. But why the hell would he have gone out and gotten drunk?
Moving painfully, stiff and with a hammer-shaped dent in his ribcage (apparently he was sleeping with one, for protection or something presumably), he sits back on his hackles and starts searching his pockets. It's slow, but it's urgent: he's looking for a camera wasp.
(...and he's gradually realising that there's something wrong with his hair. The balance is off, and it's not falling over his ears as it should. Cameras come first, however.) ]