issue #4 | video; backdated to the 6th

[survivorsguilt]

[Ellie looks wrecked. Are hangovers supposed to last several days? Maybe that's how things work when you flood your system with magical shots and the most alcohol you've ever consumed in your short life by far. She scrubs at her tired eyes and sighs at the camera.]

Hey. So. I've got a question for everyone. There are scientists and shit here, right? Probably? Doctors, definitely. Is there anyone here who could, like... potentially help me make a cure for something? Maybe this is a dumb idea, but I've gotta try.

[She's been thinking about it ever since Chris mentioned to her that time freezes back home when you're gone. So long as she's here, she has unlimited time to try and manufacture something to cure people back home- and she has both the disease and the cure inside her body. That's gotta be worth something, right?]

Also, uh. Sorry if during that party I was- if I did anything- sorry.

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Ahh, no worries at all!

[telephoning]

[Of course, it isn't as if she's able to see much, but... go figure that even at this point, the hope of something like what she's gathering being undoable is still something.

She's not going to be one to object to lack of tact, though. She'll take the name, and reply, with something... roughly equivalent to nonchalantness, at least...]

I'm Zoe.

You... [Small tying up into a note of purely conversational quasi-humor.] ...most likely wouldn't know me.

I haven't been here long.

And I haven't been that loud, here.

<3 !

[survivorsguilt]

[Ellie snorts.]

Yeah, well. There's enough loudmouths here that if you aren't one, you're probably gonna get drowned out on the network. So. Yeah.

[Said as though she isn't a loudmouth...]

Zoe. [Ellie commits it to memory, even though she doesn't have a face to link it to.] Nice to uh, meet you.