ataraxion | ( 001 ❱❱ VIDEO )

[The device clicks on the video recorder to reveal a pale man, tired but fully aware. There's always a sense of restlessness and a weight in his eyes that not even the technology of this ship could rid him of, but his current situation doesn't quite invite a lighthearted mood to begin with, does it.

He's been lost, confused for someone else, drifted away from the crowds and dealt with a headache he couldn't control, all the while trying to place a name on the idea that there was someone he was missing. Several hours later Bass has checked the network and tried to use his abilities to make sense of this situation and find out what happened to that someone -- Bonnie.

The tone is deliberately careful and his sentences slow.]

I need to know why we're here. The prophet couldn't do this. The sulfurs couldn't do this, either. [Way too fucking elaborate for a problem that could've been solved by just shooting him in the head.] So I need to know what you want, and I need to know what you did to my sister.

More importantly, I need to know that she's okay. [A beat. Suddenly he doesn't sound so careful anymore, tension growing in his voice.] Because if she's not, you're going to be in very, very deep shit.

[Silence. Having said that, Bass takes on a new expression, brows knitting only slightly, message carrying a much more personal purpose.]

Bonnie, if you can see this -- just say something. [She should know what he means: Call for me, even if it's just in your thoughts.] I'll find you.

[Click.]

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[ BITTERLY STARING AT THIS

MAKING A NOTE TO SELF TO PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE SOMETIME SOON ]

[COME AT ME NOT!BROSIS]

[ WITH PLEASURE DICKHEAD ]

[!!!

MEAN]

[ PROBLEM?? ]

[PROBLEM WITH MY PROBLEM]

[ PROBLEM WITH YOUR FACE BEING IN TACT ]

[MY FACE DOES WHAT IT WANTS]

What did they do to your sister?

[He's fallen out of the habit of writing many years ago (if it ever was a habit to begin with) and doesn't have the patience to try it now, so voice it is. The feeds clicks on; he answers after a beat.]

I can't find her. They wouldn't have taken me alone.

[A guy reaching out for his missing sister - Brendan can't in all good conscience just skip over this message without at least offering his help even if it's refused. People get crazy when it's their family on the line and it's something he can understand, something he isn't questioning.]

There's a lot of disoriented people around right now. I'm sure wherever your sister is, she's okay. Do you need some help looking?