[Clearly the person on the other end of this feed has absolutely no idea what they are doing. The video seems to... fizzle into focus, revealing the face of a young blond boy who can't be more than thirteen to fourteen years of age (very flattering if you think fourteen, because he can be quite mature for his age)]

And we're just supposed to talk into these things? [Of course he's skeptical. Who wouldn't be?] It's a bit showy for a telephone-device, if you ask me. [Even with that mutter, he appears nerve-wracked and pale beneath the freshness of the aftermath of the shower-process, and very little of that has to do with being stuck out amongst the stars.

Alright, some of it does.

His hands can be seen moving, fiddling with the device. He swallows, and exhales.] So there really is absolutely no way of getting back? [New uncertainty shows through, but there is more to it. Genuine worry and fear, breaking through the attempts of what could have been a normally convincing mask of bravery.

The feed cuts out.]

[It's late Tuesday--and Alex Shepherd is dragged off into medical bay with broken ribs and a lung that's definitely, definitely drowning in blood. He's sort of okay mentally, all things considered... though, he keeps jumping to worrying about Cid and what this could mean for him--it was just an accident, guys. He probably got confused or scared. It was a misunderstanding. He understands what it's like, accidentally hurting someone. More than once.

... Recently, even.

He gets his network device--probably begged for it, let's be honest--and scrambles to punch in for Murphy, for just a quick word. His vision's blurry, though, and his fingers aren't working the way he'd like. So it's not so much a private message. There's a clang and clatter of equipment and Alex isn't breathing right.]

Murphy--I'm sorry--about running off. Nh-- mad at you, but more everything else --

[He tries for a sigh, but chokes wetly--he has the presence of mind to try to drown out the noise under his hand. Blood's on his palm, of course (why wouldn't it be), and he rolls his eyes at it in a way that is strangely comedic; is he not supposed to do that? He's not really sure, but all he can think is 'my fucking luck'.]

Tell Heather-- [Someone's probably trying to usher the device away or give him oxygen, but he ain't havin' any of that yet. His words draw out, as the word dims down. No, no, wait; he's not ready to lose consciousness. He's got shit to say. He's gotta make sure it's said--] Sorry for--being...

[Nope, that's all he's got. The device slips, clatters loudly, making a sharp noise in the speaker. It's inevitably just lost under the bed as he passes out.]


((ooc: A little future-dated, to later today 'nighttime' |D. I'm totally appointing Dr. Kasukabe the lead in fixing the idiot, but this is just a sort of plot marker for this situation, since Alex can't reply much. It can totally be used for action or anything of the sort, for Alex's CR (you know who you are). Any med bay people who want to be on the scene and help stabilize him and prep him for surgery for the doc is totally awesome Do whatever your heart tells you. :^|b

See OOC note for info and stuff.
ALEX SAYS SEE Y'ALL IN A FEW DAYS))

[Yeah yeah it's this guy looking - what else - grumpy. Though this time he takes a moment to light his cigarette before reaching forward and speaking.]

Read that.

[And suddenly there's a ping with the oh-so-creatively named file gardens.txt on the screen. No other explanation is provided; he's pretty sure it's straightforward enough. No stupid shit, they deliver, and they're always taking applications. That business taken care of he gets to the point.]

Rest of Agriculture - wanna have a meeting in a few days. Three days from now, 15:00, tell me if ya can't be there.

[A second to smoke. Puff puff.]

The people I talked to couple jumps ago - first batch is cured an' ready, if you payed for it.

[Batch meaning tobacco, but he doesn't explain that either. The cigarette hanging from his mouth probably makes it obvious.]

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[[ooc info about the Gardens is right over here for the curious. and to the department - totally going to handwave that meeting if that's cool]]