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

oh 100% yes do it with me right now

[doggedly]

Yeah? So who'd you say it to?

[not that he actually believes Edgeworth said anything to anyone at all, because: it's Edgeworth.]

http://hogsofwar.dreamwidth.org/1409.html unsex me here (ie leave a comment)

[jurisimpudent]

I talked to medical.

wait before the unsexing am i tagging this w sirius or

[doggedly]

Right, and they said, 'oh, yes, just go out and-- puppet yourself about, don't worry, you look completely natural'--

Look, if you can't actually move on your own, you shouldn't go running around the ship.

oh yeah

[jurisimpudent]

[ Irritably, he waves his hand.

Creepily. ]

I can move on my own.

ohhhh yeeaaaaah

[doggedly]

[Disturbed, Sirius pulls a face and raises his hand, like-- maybe he's going to bat Edgeworth's hand back down, or push it out of the way, or something.]

Don't.

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[jurisimpudent]

[ More irritably still: ]

There's - Stop acting like that.

chicka chickaaaaaahhhhh

[doggedly]

Then stop moving your arms around, you creepy puppet.

I'm not saying you have to stop working, but, look. It's not as if there's much need for security right now. We can't get out on patrols, and even if we could, there's nothing to patrol, 'cos everyone is laying around in their beds. You can at least be on a sofa or something, and not here.

bow bow

[jurisimpudent]

[ He scowls; he'd be crossing his arms if it didn't take too much finesse. ]

Well, if this is creepy, then your face is - gross. And I'm not going to lay about just because you think I should be sick.

exactly.

[doggedly]

[Good thing he doesn't cross his arms because crossing his arms would probably look even creepier.]

Don't be stupid. It's not that I think you should be sick, it's that you are.

[And, after a beat--] Did you really just insult my face?

[jurisimpudent]

[ A beat, and then, irritably: ]

Yes. Sorry.

[doggedly]

[The very angry way in which Edgeworth replies actually gets a laugh out of Sirius. There's not much to laugh at when you're feeling like hell, but somehow Edgeworth first insulting his face in a very lazy way, and then apologising for said insult in a very angry way-- Well, it's enough.]

Merlin.

[He turns his chair away so he can rest his elbows on the tabletop, push his forehead against the heels of his hands.]

This is moronic.

[jurisimpudent]

[ He gives a small shrug. His irritation is not dispelled by that laughter. ]

Are you coping with this?

[doggedly]

[His smile is more of a smirk, as he spreads his arms, like, ta dah.]

You tell me.

[jurisimpudent]

[ A short, sharp nod. ]

Well, so am I.

[doggedly]

[He snorts.]

Are you? 'Cos I actually walked down here, I didn't-- manipulate my limbs to make it look as if I was walking.

Look, you can do what little you're doing in your own bloody room. Not in this office. This is idiotic.

[jurisimpudent]

[ A little dangerously: ]

What "little" I'm doing.

[doggedly]

[Irritated, Sirius heaves a sigh.]

What little you're doing, which doesn't reflect on you, but more on the fact that there's nothing to do, right now. Don't be a git.

[jurisimpudent]

[ That's only a little bit better. ]

And if there is a crisis? Shall we all just stay in our rooms because we're feeling a bit under the weather?

[doggedly]

If there's a crisis--and that's extremely doubtful--but if there is, then we'll get off our arses and go out and deal with it. We'll just be getting off of our arses in separate rooms and not leaving from a central office. I really don't see how it's any different.

And, by the way, I think we're actually living the crisis right now, so. That's why another one would be doubtful.

[jurisimpudent]

[ He scowls even more deeply. ]

And if there is no difference, then what precisely is the harm of me being here?

[doggedly]

Because there's no reason for it! Because who wants to sit in some manky old space chair when they could be in their own bed?

[jurisimpudent]

Of course. Because why wouldn't I want to lie about like an invalid?

[doggedly]

Merlin's beard, it's not about lying about like an invalid, it's about being comfortable, you complete tit. Wouldn't it be less straining to not be trying to move yourself around like normal? And not be sitting in space's worst chairs?

[jurisimpudent]

[ That clarification does help a bit; his face gets just a little bit less petulant. Still: ]

You know perfectly well that I can handle the strain of it.

[doggedly]

[Sirius rolls his eyes hugely.]

Sure. I know that. 'Course you can. Now will you go and lie down, I'm feeling extra ill just looking at you.