sirenspull | video.

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[It takes him a while to figure out the NV. (In fact, it takes him a while to realize he has it, busy as he is searching for somewhere to wash the dirt off his face, pacing back and forth a lot, and laying down to will his wounds to stay closed.) He has, in truth, not a clue how it works, except that it seems to respond to his touch. He has poked tentatively through network broadcasts and determined the meaning of "video," the only command the thing offers he doesn't recognize--although he hesitates about touching that command, himself. He is dissheveled and in his pajamas and looks quite rattled, in his opinion, which surely is too embarrassing to show complete strangers.

... But maybe they would have some sympathy for him if they could see his face. He turns on the video...

...giving everyone a lovely view of his nightshirt's collar and the lower half of his face. There is a plaster on his cheek, and some wrapped bandages visible crossing his collarbone.]

Well, is this thing working? [He taps the screen sharply, then holds the NV a bit farther away, which puts the rest of his face (and more bandages!) in view-] How am I supposed to tell--oh, is that me in the corner?

[Serious time, Reim. He squares his jaw and regards the NV with his best business face.] My name is Reim Lunettes. I would like to request several things, if I may: information, something to write with, and-- c, clothes.

[He mumbles the last part. This is humiliating...]

Any assistance would be greatly appreciated, thank you.

[He nods, and his eyes dart around in the typical manner of someone who has no idea how to find the 'stop' button, but he gets it eventually, and just before he finally presses it he adds (an afterthought, his voice climbing out of its calm tone and becoming decidedly freaked out by the end):]

If--If there is anyone here who knows me, please come and find me!!

[oh wow this is so embarrassing he has to go FEED CUT]

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[ Reports of the mysterious appearance of cars and other sundry vehicles have proven too great a temptation for Xerxes Break's curiosity, so he's out and about today. Somehow, he's managed to slip past the gawking crowds (people don't pay nearly enough attention to a strange frilly white-haired man with a cane) and find his way inside a tank. Those treads felt awfully interesting, and while the armored exterior doesn't have the glossy refinement of a certain beloved Jaguar, it certainly feels solid.

At the moment, he's sitting inside the tank, wondering what the various levers do, and whether it would be best to pull them one at a time or all together, when the chime on his NV sounds, alerting him that there's been a new post.

He listens to it, with divided attention, because there are so many levers and buttons, and foot pedals too, this is certainly going to be entertaining, or at least distracting, because he desperately needs distracting, given how ridiculously Gilbert is behaving and-- ]

[ It... it can't be! ]

[ And yet... it can, can't it? Madam Red is living proof. Besides, Reim had been here before, and people came back all the time. ]

[ But he hadn't allowed himself to hope. Vain hope is something fools like Gilbert indulge in, but he would never cling to such a... ]

[ ...but he had been hoping, every day, hadn't he? Grief and hope are incompatible, it's been driving him mad. ]

[ All he had wanted was revenge or death - he got neither, Pulled to this place. All he had left was regret. He had let himself be distracted; and had let his dearest friend, a helpless desk worker walk into a death trap, alone. It was his fault entirely, he would apologize and beg forgiveness, if he were at all worthy of being forgiven... ]

[ With so many feelings running through his mind--

Break squelches them all, and exclaims brightly: ]

Clothes, Mister Reim? Ha! Ha! Ha! Are you travelling in the altogether?

[ Er. Tries to exclaim, brightly. Every other word cracks. ]

[It would figure that Xerxes Break is where Reim suddenly finds himself-- somewhere, anyway, this little device does elude him still-- and he has the nerve to laugh at him! That just figures.

Not that it stops Reim from being hit with a wave of relief, as he's been worrying himself sick about what's happened to everyone in between his dazed staring at the landscape of wherever this place is. It has been a long day, and he's barely been awake for over an hour.

He vaguely suspects it's about to get longer.]

Xerxes--! What's going on?

[ARE YOU DOING SOMETHING TERRIBLE]

[--And then the words actually sink in. He doesn't quite register the cracking, not through this device and his state of mind, and even if he did it would still pale in comparison to the way he suddenly snaps-]

I don't have any shoes!! [GROAN excuse him he hates today. suffering sigh.]

Are you... [what the hell is this field how does he describe-] near a lot of dirt?