video //

[doggedly]

[The video blips on--but as it's meant to be voice, it's not a steady video, or even a good one. The lighting is poor, flickering a little, and at first, the recording is mainly of a hand and a portion of wall. This is one of the lifts, with no life to it. The first sound captured by the recording is a cry of pain, from somewhere off-screen--loud, and low, and agonised--before it cuts off into sharp, panted breaths instead. The video blurs, as Sirius moves--he's the one holding the device, and he hunches over it to record, so most of the image is now his face--]

One of the blue lifts, in the passenger quarters-- it's out. It's stuck, it's not moving. Again. What a shit month we're having. Welcome to space.

[He looks pretty shitty himself, face all pale and hollow, hair damp with sweat. When he turns to look off-video, there's a streak of blood along his cheek, dripping down from his ear. He's looking at someone; he's not alone, the pained breathing, the cry--those belong to someone else. (Sally, actually, midway through a werewolf transformation, not appearing in this film.)]

This lift's meant to be going up to, uh. To one of the higher levels, one of the ones way beyond us. Avoid the passenger lifts for now if you can, I don't know--this one might start up again, and if it does, that's--we'll be all right. And if you do call a lift going up, don't-- jam the door before you let it open, if you can. Wait. You'll know which one this is, you'll be able to hear it, just don't board it. This one's not safe. And no one try and fetch this one just yet. Leave it where it is, just leave it.

[Another sound of pain, from off-screen--louder, more insistent--Sirius bites at his lip, hard, and whether this is to himself, or the Tranquility at large, or Sally, it's not obvious, but he offers--] It's all right.

[Another start of a scream, but by then he's thumbing off the recording, and that's all.]



[[ooc note tho: MOST responses to this will be ic-ly delayed! this is a werewolf transformation in a tiny box scenario. feel free to recognise the voice shouting in pain as Sally's I think that is okay (I will note if that changes).]]

Comments

[ voice ]

[jurisimpudent]

[ Oh, God. Edgeworth's voice is urgent, nearly frantic: ]

Black. Black. Which floor is it on, where is it stuck -

[ voice ]

[doggedly]

[Quickly, mostly muffled--though there's a lot of noise in the background, definite screams--]

Between thirty-six and thirty-seven. Don't let anyone on it.

[ voice ]

[jurisimpudent]

I'm coming to help you. Just hold on.

locked. audio.

[wolfchild]

[ the things she does for you, jerk. ]

I can disable the call buttons. [ hopefully. if the ship will let her do that much. arya fights the unease from her tone. ]

locked. audio.

[doggedly]

[aww little jerk friend

with a surprisingly useful answer, so Sirius hurriedly answers Arya as well, before total radio silence starts--]

Do it. Just this one, if you can. Passenger quarters, the one stuck between thirty-six and thirty-seven.

audio

[alsohawkeye]

[ Kate's voice is hoarse but recognizable, throat thick with god knows what. And concern. ]

What's going on?

audio

[doggedly]

[Much later--nearly a whole twelve hours--and he answers, finally, tired and still a little strained:]

Nothing. But the lifts are hell these days, miss. Be careful.

voice; private, much later etc

[growling]

[ Josh knows there's no point in replying to the message, and instead he wastes time running interference before completely ignoring the warning and taking a lift to floor thirty-seven. Trying to call all of the lifts up accomplishes nothing. Banging on one of the doors for a full minute accomplishes even less, but it doesn't stop him from trying.

It isn't even a rescue attempt — it'd already been too late by the time Sirius had made the call. It still takes about thirty minutes for Josh to give up and go quiet, sinking to the ground to sit with his back against the wall and wait. He doesn't need to keep checking the line for a response; he spent enough time waiting outside Nora's door to know how long the shift takes to run its course, for one. More importantly, he can hear it. It's distant and inconstant, but it's still there, that familiar low growl.

It's hours after the initial call when he finally tries his comms device, voice weary. ]

Sally. Can you hear me?

[ It doesn't even cross his mind to try Sirius's name. No offense, he's just pretty sure you're dead. ]

[unmakes]

[ after a long few minutes, she replies. ] Josh? [ it sounds miserable, but most of it's just being sick as hell. there's something off about the voice though - not hugely, but like there's something wrong with her mouth and the way she enunciates her words. ] Josh, I screwed up.

text; private

[fullmoon]

[ Things not sent: what the fuck, because he knows; leave her there, because Sirius will survive (probably, if the rules are the same), he's done it before, and Remus can't be that hypocritical even with effort; did she miscount again, because he won't add insult to Sally's injury. ]

Let me know when you're out.

text; private

[doggedly]

[Much, much later, and:]

out.


where are you

video;

[suddenlycaptain]

Sirius?

[ Carolyn is worried, the sentiment clear in her tone, in the slightly wide set to her eyes. ]

voice;

[doggedly]

[Much later, and he answers--tired, but not dead, or anything--]

You weren't worried for me, Captain Carolyn. Were you?

voice; private

[nutsaboutscans]

Please tell me that's not Sally.

[John sounds awful, but definitely panicked.]

voice; private

[doggedly]

[much, much later, worn out and bloody exhausted--]

She's all right.

video.

[ex_striking429]

Sirius?

[ katniss isn't sure what's going on, but despite the steadiness of his voice, she doesn't think she likes it. she saw blood, and that's enough to make her stomach clench. ]

video.

[doggedly]

[also much later, and he fumbles to answer--and for Katniss, he smiles, though he's sweaty and a little bloodier.]

Hiya, Plants. Still here, don't worry. You're looking-- [a pause, for irony.] Well, you're looking.

tex

[newnova]

not the only elevetr out

m stuck in one

no power

text

[doggedly]

[VERY DELAYED]

did you get out

[majestyofthethrone]

[No.

No no no-

But she is so sick-]

b crful

[doggedly]

[much later, he answers her--but she's actually the one that he answers first, before anyone.]

all rihgt

you?

text; pretend this went out pretty much immediately after sirius posted

[de_void]

well shit.

[he knows what today is. sally might have trouble with the math but he never did. and of course he's not in any position to help like normally.]

didn't know you knew too [that's vague enough for the network, anyway.]

text forever, pretending forever

[doggedly]

[Just because he feels like absolute shit doesn't mean he's not going to be a little bit of a shit about this, sorry man--]

course
i know everything

voice || private

[consequence]

[Somewhere during/between/after all of this Hayley at least leaves a message! She doesn't recognize the girl, but she recognizes what the hell is going on and that gives her reason enough to make sure that he's okay.]

Please tell me you're fine.

voice || private

[doggedly]

[Hayley's message comes late enough that the delay between it and Sirius' reply isn't perhaps as significant or as worrying as some of the other longer delays.

But eventually, his voice flat with exhaustion, he does answer.]

Totally. You didn't doubt me, did you?