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[puppydogeyes]

[Thankfully, for once, this isn't a security alert. Or maybe not so thankfully, because Taylor thinks she'd know how to deal with an incident like that way better than how she's been dealing with this one. The constant press of memories and invasion of privacy has left her tired, and while she looks (as usual) aggravated by something as she flicks the feed on, it seems just as dulled at the edges as when they were all suffering from insomnia.

But at least she doesn't have to talk much for this video.]

I just punched a wall.

[She holds her left hand up in demonstration, the skin on her middle knuckle split and bloody, the rest already starting to bloom red in early bruising. It's bad form, but she hadn't exactly wanted to take the time to wrap them, and lessening the pain would've defeated the point.]

If your hand hurts like this, stop what you're doing and contact me immediately.

[There's a pause, and she's pretty sure that whoever she's linked with has stopped, but just in case they decide that was a fluke and start up again--]

If you don't stop what you're doing, I'm gonna keep punching the wall.

[Not that she ever looks like she's joking, but she very evidently isn't right now.]

Comments

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[sugarbear]

Well. Maybe not as efficient as standing by an airlock and saying 'last chance, if you feel this show up otherwise you learn how it feels to have your lungs turned inside out.'

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[puppydogeyes]

I'm not suicidal. Or stupid.

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[sugarbear]

I'm not suggesting you'd actually do it. But they don't have to know that.

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[puppydogeyes]

I'm a shitty liar. And they'd know, from inside my head.

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[sugarbear]

So those would be flaws in that plan.

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[puppydogeyes]

Yeah, just a couple.

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[sugarbear]

I'm sure you'll get through to them your way, though.

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[puppydogeyes]

They don't get a choice.