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At some point the video feed on Alex's wall comm' turns itself on, which is always annoying. (For your reference: it's in a good position to see him sitting in the dark; not so much to see any crazy wall-scribbles, cameras or what-have-you.)
It shows Alex perching on the edge of his bed - or, more accurately, his mattress-lacking dumping ground for clothes and sundry other junk - with a barely-nibbled slice of toast and a bucket. He's hollow-cheeked, unshaven and looking very sorry for himself, though let's be honest, he's probably no worse off than anyone else who's spent three straight days knocked out.
To hell with events, seriously.
At least he doesn't feel like he's about to pass out again, and he feels a bit better after drinking more water than you can comfortably imagine.
He notices the feed, spares it a dispassionate glance, then carries on typing on his personal communicator.
[ TEXT; PRIVATE TO LAMB; EASILY HACKABLE ]
[ /TEXT; PRIVATE ]
It shows Alex perching on the edge of his bed - or, more accurately, his mattress-lacking dumping ground for clothes and sundry other junk - with a barely-nibbled slice of toast and a bucket. He's hollow-cheeked, unshaven and looking very sorry for himself, though let's be honest, he's probably no worse off than anyone else who's spent three straight days knocked out.
To hell with events, seriously.
At least he doesn't feel like he's about to pass out again, and he feels a bit better after drinking more water than you can comfortably imagine.
He notices the feed, spares it a dispassionate glance, then carries on typing on his personal communicator.
[ TEXT; PRIVATE TO LAMB; EASILY HACKABLE ]
are you ok? I think it's over.[ /TEXT; PRIVATE ]
