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[watashinonamaewa]

[ 4:58am. The video begins. All there is to see is black. And what there is to hear is only a mess of extreme sobbing for eight whole seconds. The low buzz of her electrical prod provides ambiance for whatever short moment Cibo gasps for air. The whole event practically sounds like torture It must have shocked the device and activated the transmission in the first place — which it apparently does again on the ninth second, ending the feed.

There is nothing posted publicly afterward, save for a short texts a few minutes later. ]

[Text → AM]
Again. Worse.

[Text → Scout]
May I come over soon?

[Text → Murphy]
If awake, please meet me.


[ ooc: Depending on when your character replies will determine how upset Cibo will be. She'll head to the showers to calm herself down for a while. Once she returns, she'll be more comfortable to voice or video.
(Would most likely switch from her perma-text replies if asked.)
((Note: Edited in a time. Hope that doesn't mess anyone up!))
(((Here's what Cibo's dream was~))) ]

Comments

[ringbearer]

Sounds like that..do not warrant one getting better so quickly, Miss Cibo. If you are in pain, it's no small thing to say so.

[watashinonamaewa]

I understand, Frodo.

Then yes. I am in pain.

[ringbearer]

Is anyone coming to help you?

[watashinonamaewa]

I am hoping to meet Murphy. I am not ready to move yet, though.

[ringbearer]

Where are you?

[watashinonamaewa]

009. 058.

[ringbearer]

I will come see you, until you friend arrives.

[watashinonamaewa]

It is possible that I will want to meet him after I shower. But please come now. I would enjoy it.

Then once I feel able, I will leave to clean up.

[ringbearer]

[ he nods ]

I'll be there as soon as I can.

[ and mister baggins is on a journey to find miss cibo ok ok---action! ]

Perma-Text → Action |

[watashinonamaewa]

[ For the time that she waits for Frodo, she's on her bed. Curled in pain. The scar across her back pinches and pokes in thousands of different spots at her nervous system. Her fingers twitch and she can't keep still for more than a few minutes before needing to turn and adjust again.

The usual comfort clothes for extra comfort. Grey jacket, black panties. Surprise, surprise.]

[ringbearer]

[ frodo quietly knocks, and realizes that perhaps she might not be able to answer let alone rise. he is not unfamiliar with that situation, and he curls his fingers around the knob. ]

Miss Cibo?

[ his voice is as small and quiet as the shadow his figure cuts against the wall. the hobbit looks for somewhere to sit, to provide some level of comfort. yet he knows that some hurts cannot be soothed even with the dearest of friends. ]

[watashinonamaewa]

[ Despite the pain, she sits up onto the elbow of her good side - it's about time for her to adjust again anyway - and looks over in his direction with puffy eyes, tears drying on her face, and some messed up hair from tossing around. ]

Thank you, Frodo. [ Her voice reflects her appearance. Worn-out. Sore. In pain. It remains as soft as she can make it in order to keep from exposing too much of that. ]

[ringbearer]

[ she reminds him of a child. she's tall and seemingly strong but so very innocent and uncertain of emotions, things. he politely sits on the edge of the bed, watching her with large, anxious blue eyes. ]

Where do you hurt?

[watashinonamaewa]

[ Words weren't needed for this. A relief, as her voice felt ready to break on her next breath. She calmly turns away from him and grips the shoulder of the grey jacket. The jacket is already large on her frame, so it slips off of her shoulder easily to expose the majority of the scar.

Nothing in particular seems physically irritated about it, but she rolls her shoulder in discomfort - wincing in pain. ]

[ringbearer]

[ there's a long pause, before he says at last ]
So you also carry a wound on your shoulder.
[ he doesn't touch it, instead moves his to his own shoulder. ]

[watashinonamaewa]

Also?

[ She turns again, without replacing the cloth to her shoulder, and looks at him confused. Curious. ]

Does yours sometimes pain you, too?

[ringbearer]

[ the look on his face is one of muted, quiet pain. his voice is quiet ]

I do not think the wound will ever fully heal. It was dealt to not only my body but my spirit by a dark power.
[ his hand tightens a little ]
Yes. It does. When I draw near to the ones who dealt it, I feel it keenly.

[watashinonamaewa]

To your spirit? [ She doesn't understand, but by the look on Frodo's face, it was something that obviously could not be healed easily. After a small uncomfortable shift from her position she looks to him with concern. It seems like her pain is no longer her mental focus, though her body is still reacting to it. ]

The ones that did it... Are they here? Aboard this ship?

late;

[ringbearer]

No, no they aren't. Or else I would feel it more.
[ he offers her a worn smile, before focusing on her wound again with a measure of concern. ]