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[nightblogs]

theres somehting w
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wrogn wiht the eswed
omg

[SWITCHING TO AUDIO.]

Guys. Guys. Something's wrong with the weed. Something's... [a huff, and a bubbly sound. He sounds like he's going to throw up.] Shit. I can hear things. Like, weird things. Things you shouldn't hear when you're, like, a normal kid, you know? Oh my God.

Oh my God, you guys. I wanna throw up. And eat. Not eat what I throw up, I mean - oof. Shit.

[silence.








and then he throws up.]

Comments

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[alsohawkeye]

Okay, I really could've done without the end of that recording, but can you get to medical on your own or do you need help?

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[nightblogs]

Yeah. Maybe? I dunno. I just wanna lie down and - [ughueghaurhgu

sdfhurg.]

... why is everything so, like - loud?

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[pushfall]

Start off by drinking some water. Maybe that'll determine whether or not you can actually manage food after that.

[nightblogs]

Man. Water sounds great. Water... sounds absolutely fucking great. Why didn't I think of that?

[he's going to faceplant a pool now]

[pushfall]

I don't know. Probably because you're dying of being stoned. Apparently.

[ She's not even sure if she should be concerned or not. ]

[redheaded_rock]

You're killing me here. [Ew.] Are you all right?

[nightblogs]

I'm dying? Wait, what? Being stoned can get you killed? I didn't even smoke that much!

[nightblogs]

I'm killing you? I'm the one apparently dying over here. [his voice still sounds pretty affected - a bit raspy, even.] I'm not all right. Not even one bit. Everything's too -- everything. Y'know?

[redheaded_rock]

I think I know what you mean. Sometimes things are just overwhelming lately.

[nightblogs]

Sometimes? Feels like it's all the damn time, now. That's why I was smoking, y'know? To make it, like - mellow out. But even this shit is ruined.

[redheaded_rock]

[She winces.] I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do?

[pushfall]

I wasn't being serious! I didn't mean it like that. You're fine. You'll be fine.

[nightblogs]

I dunno, you got something that'll actually work?

[nightblogs]

Dude, don't - don't scare me like that! Oh, man.

[pushfall]

You need to sober up. I'm not even sure how you do that, but you need to do that.

[nightblogs]

It's cool, I just gotta wait. Or throw up. Both?

[pushfall]

Well, you've already thrown up. Still feel like you're going to?

[nightblogs]

Yep. Nausea's still there. Sucks hairy balls.

[pushfall]

[ Mmm. Gross. Claire makes a noise that sounds like the vocal equivalent of that thought. ]

Sorry I don't have much advice on how to get rid of it under these circumstances. I thought getting high was just supposed to make you relaxed and hungry. Or paranoid.

[nightblogs]

It is! That part's normal, just - just not this much. It's like I'm high and on steroids.

[pushfall]

Maybe you should go sit somewhere quiet, away from all the stimulation. What are you hearing, anyway?

[nightblogs]

Yeah. Yeah, I should do that. [unless his paranoia about being alone shoots up completely.]

Just, like - machines and shit. They're super fucking loud.

[pushfall]

[ Claire is nodding at the comm before she even realizes that she can't actually be seen. ]

What, like, the ship itself?

[nightblogs]

Yeah, man! [er, lady.] Can't you hear them? Where are you, anyway?

[pushfall]

Apparently not as much as you can. I'm on my floor's kitchen. [ Which, actually... ] Where are you?