35 - Audio, Text - I'm too tired to use filters.

[ichoosefight]

[ Audio ]

I'm back. That means crisis averted, right? Or at least ended. Whatever. [ A groan. She sounds beat all to hell and exhausted. ]

Feel like I was hit by a bus... that tried to dissect me.

[ Steph fumbles tiredly with the communicator a little, finally getting it set on Video so you can see the infirmary and confirm that yes, she looks tired, but relatively healthy. She doesn't have that "I haven't slept in days" look that death-tollers have. She gives the camera a sleepy little smile before turning serious. ]

Hey, uh, has anybody seen my backpack? It's... sort of dark green, pretty average looking? I had it when I... whatever I did. Got hit by a metaphysical bus. Anyway, it didn't make it to the infirmary with me. Do we have a lost and found here? We should start a lost and found.

[ Private to Tim and Dick, added a little later ]

[ She dun goofed. But Tim asked her to let him know, and Dick should probably know too. So. Somebody looks tired and upset with herself! ]

In the future, if you can at all help it, don't let me use this thing until I've had coffee.


[ooc | Forward-dated to tomorrow because my memo-machine is broken ]

Comments

voice//private

[maskurbates]

[A dry laugh.]

That's what assumptions get you.

voice//private

[grayatonement]

Not assumptions. Hopes.

Too bad. I need a real ally if I'm going to take down my warden.

voice//private

[maskurbates]

Why would I help you do that?

voice//private

[grayatonement]

[He sounds amused.] It doesn't matter. You won't.

voice//private

[maskurbates]

[Roman sounds bored.]

Of course I won't, unless there's something in it for me.

voice//private

[grayatonement]

You won't because I don't work with mundane people.

voice//private

[maskurbates]

[A loud laugh and the first time he sounds amused.]

Ok.

Have a nice day, Sylar.