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[ finch is stretched out on his belly on the bed, face buried in his arms, naked from the waist up. the video is propped up on something, so the image of him is skewed. he's twitching a little, now and then, fingers curled white-knuckled in the coverlet. ]

Jesus fucking Christ. [ his voice is muffled, faintly shaky, not at all his normal bold self. ] That sucked. This sucks. This whole goddamn ship just-- [ he trails off, finally lifting his eyes, peering over the tops of his arms at the camera. he looks tired, sharp-edged, distracted (hungry-- but isn't he always?). ] .. So. That shit happen often? 'Cause if I'm gonna' be thrown off my routine more than once in a while, I'm gonna' need to start making a plan for emergencies. [ he rubs a hand over his face, then rolls onto his back, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes. ]

.. In other news, there are creepier monsters out there than me. Fuckin' good to know. [ he reaches up, slapping the off button. the screen goes dark. ]

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[She'd admire the view more if he didn't look absolutely terrified. So instead there's an expression torn between sympathy and concern, if very distant.

Professional concern.]

Might wanna start planning for emergencies regardless of what happens in a month. But you're right, this is the worst vacation of my life.

.. Yeah, that's gonna be hard to do. Fucking tiny population here.

[ he tilts his head back to glance at the video. ] Definitely not recommending this cruise to friends, that's for sure.

[She's left puzzling over that comment a bit. She missed his first broadcast, so it just seems like a cryptic comment--but she just makes a noncommittal noise as she tries to figure it out.]

Mmhm. Well, since we didn't get the Bahamas like I was hoping for, complaining about it on the network is a completely viable option.

[She's not even really being sarcastic. It's about time someone complained, to her mind.]

Edited 2013-03-04 21:33 (UTC)