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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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[On the ground in the woods?? What do you want from him, he's going to stress again--]

Isla Yura's estate-!

[FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU]

R-Reim! Listen, no matter what you do, you need to--!

Damn it, how does this thing--

[And insert a thirty second montage of fairly confused faces as Gilbert smashes the fuck out of his NV and shakes it, pushing buttons all the while. Because this will definitely make it work right.]

[There we go, private.]

WHATEVER YOU DO, IF OZ ASKS WHAT HAPPENED AT THAT PARTY, DON'T TELL HIM!

[Oh right, he's here too, btw.]

[What's happening what did he do!! This montage is a bit dizzying, oh wow.]

Don't break the... ["UH THE THING" is lost in the wind when Gilbert suddenly shouts at him, which makes him start and then- oh. Ah. Hm.

Hm... Maybe, vaguely mentioning a single Baskerville was not something he should have done. Oop...s...]

How would you define "what happened"...?

[He'd define it as an entire world being turned upside down. He cringes.]

Elliot was...

[But that's right, Reim had been asleep since then. He wouldn't know just what happened, would he? Had he woken? Gilbert had been too caught up in his own problems to pay attention. Plus that had been so long ago now...]

It's a long story. Stay where you are, I can come and meet you and explain things better.

[Because he's dumb and hasn't even realized that Break left the house yet.]

[Reim is aware of passing out a lot, and bleeding, also a lot. From what he understands, everyone involved is either perfectly fine, or--not. It's troubling, but probably not a conversation to have over talking box devices, so he won't press for explanations.

Staying where he is, though. Well. That weary expression from earlier is back.]

Oh, no-- I'm already- Well, Xerxes already found me.

H-he did already? How?!

[He's supposed to be blind how does he keep managing this shit.]

[That's something Reim doesn't even bother thinking about, anymore.]

Recklessly...

[FACEPALM.]

Well...you'll probably get here in one piece...

[Encouraging, yes?]

[Yes, very inspirational. He feels so much better.]

He owes a number of complete strangers an apology, but I suppose you're right.

At least that's no different than usual.

[Same shit, different day.]

Are you still hurt? Have your wounds healed enough?

[Those poor people will never get their insincere half-apology; tragic!]

I can move. Not painlessly, but enough.

Do you need a doctor? Break should know how to get there.

[Stupid blind man who learned his way around the island faster than Gilbert. B(]

I think I'll be fine.

[He needs to collapse and go back to sleep, frankly. "Going to the doctor with Break" sounds like a terrible idea overall...]

[Oh come on, nothing bad can come of that!]

Mm, all right. I'll make sure there's a room ready for you by the time you get here.

[He sounds a little cheerful about it, sadly. Things to clean omg today is exciting.]

[It says "with Break" right there--!]

Thank you. [Beat. Gilbert are you... bored...] I suppose we'll have time to talk later.

[BREAK]

...Right. We'll talk properly later.

[WHY XERX

Well--Reim is out of things to say, so he'll just nod politely and click the feed off. l8r gil]

[Later dude. We'll have tea. Because canon.]

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