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[ Public : Backdated to about fifteen minutes after the Barge goes back to normal ]
-at the fuck is wrong with everyone here!?
[The feed clicks on halfway through the beginning of what is unmistakably some form of hysterics. Not high and thin, no, but out of control, without restraint. He's fumbling with the communicator, hands shaky and slick with something that smears across the screen, not that it will be much of a surprise to anyone after what just happened.]
What the fuck is wrong with this place!? Who does this?! Who fucking stays here? You're all insane! You're all fucking psychotic! Jesus... !
[He finally gets it clicked off, but not before his unsteady efforts have given a good view of the tableau: it's Slevin, a generous amount of blood smeared down both sides of his face, his nose, blooming into the neck of his t-shirt, pale and wide-eyed and saturated with adrenaline. He's in Chris's cabin on level eight, and Chris himself is in a heap on the floor behind him; in the corner is a misshapen, nightmare creature that will eventually turn out to be Cassel, though it's not recognizable as such.
He bolts from the room, an outmatched predator fleeing mindlessly.]
[OOC: Replies will come back delayed after he calms down; this can be open spam, too, but depending on how soon after the initial message he might attack and/or shoot someone. CW that responses to this post may contain reference to torture, gore, and body horrors.]
-at the fuck is wrong with everyone here!?
[The feed clicks on halfway through the beginning of what is unmistakably some form of hysterics. Not high and thin, no, but out of control, without restraint. He's fumbling with the communicator, hands shaky and slick with something that smears across the screen, not that it will be much of a surprise to anyone after what just happened.]
What the fuck is wrong with this place!? Who does this?! Who fucking stays here? You're all insane! You're all fucking psychotic! Jesus... !
[He finally gets it clicked off, but not before his unsteady efforts have given a good view of the tableau: it's Slevin, a generous amount of blood smeared down both sides of his face, his nose, blooming into the neck of his t-shirt, pale and wide-eyed and saturated with adrenaline. He's in Chris's cabin on level eight, and Chris himself is in a heap on the floor behind him; in the corner is a misshapen, nightmare creature that will eventually turn out to be Cassel, though it's not recognizable as such.
He bolts from the room, an outmatched predator fleeing mindlessly.]
[OOC: Replies will come back delayed after he calms down; this can be open spam, too, but depending on how soon after the initial message he might attack and/or shoot someone. CW that responses to this post may contain reference to torture, gore, and body horrors.]
