accidental video -> text; backdated to wednesday night

[paterelohim]

[The NV is spinning in the air, the image incredibly confused before the thing hitting the edge of a couch and landing at an odd angle. The video shows legs- feet, a pair of sock-clad feet vanishing into jeans and another pair with shoes on, gathered around what looks like a coffee table, though the table itself is out of the frame.

After a moment something drops into the frame from above: a slender, lifeless hand, obviously dangling off the table above, with blood running down the smooth skin. There's a sob off-screen and someone pulls it away again.

The sound is muffled and terrible quality, but some things can be heard.]

Stop it goddamn it just stop- haven't you done enough? STOP IT.

[Chuck's voice, sounding panicked and desperate. Someone kicks the NV and the sound muffles- a riot of noise, of yelling, and the picture starts flashing, distorting, static and terrible noisy feedback- and then yelling that crescendos into a scream. It's garbled but the NV picks up just a little-]

-THE FUCK OUT NOW-

[Before it distorts again and goes dead.]

[Text post, about 30 minutes later.]

Sorry about that. It's fine. It's taken care of.

Okay, that's a lie. Not that it's anyone's business.

Someone from Purgatory cover my shift tomorrow. And the next day.

[ OOC: This is open to action to anyone at the HoA. Chuck's in one of the common areas, sitting like a trauma patient on a couch next to a bloody coffee table. Fred is dead, was killed by Angelus, but her body's already vanished by the time of the text post.

The static and feedback was Chuck's grip on His powers kind of slipping a lot and Him accidentally making lights explode.]

Comments

[paterelohim]

I don't know what to do anymore, Elaine. I need her to come back.

I know it's selfish.

[athermercy]

And that's healthy. You have to be a little selfish to be happy sometimes.

[That's how most people are wired.]

As long she shares your opinion, it should be fine.

[paterelohim]

[Except Chuck's been wondering lately if he hasn't put a little too much emphasis on His own needs.]

I don't even know that- she actually likes her world. You know, wants to go back.

[athermercy]

You shouldn't beat yourself up like this now.

[Elaine suggests. He should talk to Fred if -- when -- she returns.]

You'll only feel worse.

[paterelohim]

[Chuck gives her a look that says he knows she's right.]

Someone has to.

Screw it, you're right. I need a drink right now or I'll die.

[athermercy]

Any preference, Chuck?

[Elaine asks. She'll give him the drink he wants.]

[paterelohim]

Nope. Anything that isn't a White Russian.

[athermercy]

Okay, how about this?

[She offers him a glass of Bourbon whisky.]

[paterelohim]

Awesome.

[He takes it and... pretty much sinks into the chair. Not talking is nice. It's actually really nice. He's content to sit here like a vegetable and clink glasses if she has anything to drink, and do fuck-all for a while.]

[athermercy]

[She does make her glass, but her drink has an orange-neon color and a tiny pink umbrella which clashes the drinking your sorrows mood.]