004 -- mirror.

[altercate]

[ the mirror-shard is clutched in derek's hand. he's obviously unsteady on his feet, being buffeted about by the wind, but he shoves a mask briefly into frame before moving it aside to scowl down at the mirror. ]

Don't put them on.

[ important psa's that can't wait for sobriety, as much as derek resents having to both address people via mirror and do it while wind-drunk. ]

They're dangerous. Don't do it.

Comments

[altercate]

They're dangerous.

[ squints at those roots son you need some hair dye. ]

Who walked away with one?

[noman]

[The dye situation is a work in progress, okay.]

One of the old crew... I didn't recognise her. [The next two or three words come out slurred:] What will happen to her?

[altercate]

I don't know.

[ truthful, if begrudging. ]

It won't be good.

[noman]

Perhaps I— [Whatever just happened out of shard range, it's stolen his attention for several long, windy seconds. Still looking away:] Should I try to find her?

[altercate]

Can you do that?

[ in this wind, with those roots? ]

[noman]

[look, you.]

Perhaps. She can't have gone far...

[altercate]

[ the truth hurts ]

People move fast. Maybe not so much if she's as affected as the rest of us by the wind.

[noman]

Then let us hope that's the case.

[Finally, he looks back into the mirror.]

And you, sir—you might want to consider finding shelter, yourself.