Video > Text | No, you can't keep a good (wo)man down

[knifecollecting]

[The broadcast starts with Jo centered pretty well, and she's talking up a storm. Well, for a few moments anyway. The video, despite her lips moving, is silent and she stops mid-sentence to clear her throat.

Her voice does not return and her expression falls, a frown settling itself firmly on her face. Fuck. Something was wrong. Actually she wasn't sure if she couldn't speak or hear, but both were troublesome.

The video ends abruptly. Seconds later, a text follows.]

Is it safe? What's going on?

Comments

text;

[radiopalkiller]

[ Philip's hunkered down for the day. Flips through the network as you do-- And frowns at the transmission. Not that he could give her a video if he wanted to, but-- ]

Something not working with your feed?

text;

[knifecollecting]

No, phone's working fine.

text;

[radiopalkiller]

[ And good afternoon to you, cold nausea in Philip's stomach. ]

That's a lot of lip reading you're asking us to do for a working feed.

text;

[knifecollecting]

Hence the text.

text;

[radiopalkiller]

[ What happened to| he starts typing, and then, and then he catches up with the new reality, where they barely talked once, and she doesn't know him from Adam. And it stings, Christ, because how hasn't he gotten over those moments yet? How is he still capable of forgetting that not one bloody thing ever lasts anymore? ]

Right then, probably easier for me, anyway. [ He drops the bait, despite being fairly sure that she's got enough going on to distract her from caring. ] Anyway, best I can tell one of the gods moved the city again. We're not as imminently screwed as we were before, but we didn't get rid of all the critters by far. Apparently that's the next step, or they'll just locate us again later.

text;

[knifecollecting]

So Fear did come through. Good.

Thanks for the info.

text;

[radiopalkiller]

[ Yep, that... that sounds about right. Jesus, all right, how to-- Never mind, right? It's not like he's the only helping hand in this whole cave, she's doing just find without some telepathic weirdo. And you're really supposed to know better than to do it for yourself by now. ]

Sure, you're welcome. How are you holding up then?

[ And yet... ]

text;

[knifecollecting]

Waking up was weird.

[But that's really all Philip is going to get from her.]

text;

[radiopalkiller]

[ Let's... try... a very plain-- ]

How come?

text;

[knifecollecting]

[Oh, Philip.

She isn't going to say "because this isn't Heaven", so...]

Just used to waking up in a loud house.