voice: un: thomas

[rickitikitarr]

[[Forward dated to one good nights' sleep after the music ends.]]

Well.

[Says Ricki's voice, with that very distinct perfectly calm tone that manages to convey that something is probably actively on fire.]

Is there a doctor on board?

[The feed disconnects rather abruptly. What's happening in Ricki's room isn't pretty. Brightly, he adds;]

And if so is he free right fucking now?


[[Content warning for blood and injuries.]]

[It starts with a scratch on the back of his hand. It's just a little thing, he probably gave it to himself while he was helping Bodhi with the clean up. That he can't remember, after the week it's been, isn't surprising. When he goes to check on it that night, just to be sure it isn't infected, it's already gone... except now there's blood on his arm? How did he get cut there?

When he wakes up from the next sleep he's bled right through his undershirt, and all over his sheets, and it's hard to breathe. That's when he gives in and gets on the network and posts his message, staunching the wound with the clothes he has, trying to lie mostly still and not panic about the fact that his body is apparently tearing itself open from the inside out. It's like being a piece of cloth snagged on a rusty nail, and he doesn't know if he wants to laugh or faint.]


Video, much later.

[He pans the camera around his room, after it's older. It's the Reverie station standard, except now it looks like a fucking crime scene. Cloth and tissue and torn off sheets are wadded on the floor.

He's not up for making the full report. In fact, his hands are shaking badly enough that he lowers the camera, sets it down, putting himself in frame. He takes out, and lights a cigarette, lifting it to his mouth and taking a long drag off it, with fingers that are both shaking badly and bloodstained.

Ricki takes a long drag, breathes the smoke out through his nose.]

Fun for the whole family, right?

Comments

voice; un: rogue

[theycalledmeacurse]

[ Oh lord. A handful of words in and she's completely terrified of what might be happening, and it's a real struggle to keep her voice steady as she replies, already flinging herself out of her room. ]

Where are you, sugar? What's going on?

video; un:millerlite

[pampa]

[ this is why people hate earthers. miller fights down the rage that bubbles up the back of his throat at the lit cigarette. he doesn't know how far off this video is or even if he can stop it, but he owes ricki pain next time he sees him - even if the station seems to have done that for him. the sheer volume of blood gets a keen detective's eye, remembering acutely his "investigation" of what happened to alex. he knows it's more of the same, and he's sure it sucked, but that's no excuse to kill the rest of them, is it? ]

Put that damn thing out or I'll find a creative way to do it myself.

audio; un: alucard

[reposing]

Speaking.

Where can I find you?

voice | apollo2

[solarcharged]

[ Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh okay that doesn't sound good. Apollo is already moving towards his cabin door but he quickly fires off a reply: ]

Ricki? What's wrong?

video » un: rook

[onlydoubts]

Ricki? What's happened?

[ that. doesn't sound good, at all. Bodhi might not be a doctor of any kind, but could probably help get him somewhere, if that's what he needs. ]

video } un; envoy

[resleeves]

The fuck happened to you?

( that was a lot of fucking blood and this was coming from someone who'd seen a lot of fucking blood many times in his life. )

Are you dying?