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re_alignment2012-08-02 09:24 am
not_halfbaked) wrote in re_alignment2012-08-02 09:24 am
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Delirium [Open to All]
OOC: Given where I got super distracted from RP, it's been interesting coming up with an in-story reason for the absence....
[So Korra hadn't been completely honest with Gunmax about being fine. Sure, she was fine at the time, she thought she'd been fine for good, that then she could leave the Junkpile...but that weird exhaustion overcame her again. And the hazy perception of everything. Not to mention visions--bright white light and Tarrlok and a Tarrlok without long hair (was that even Tarrlok, it looked like him) and Aang and mech tanks that grew eyes and mouths and Amon touching her forehead without inspiring any fear in her. And then other visions were of friendly mushroom clouds and the rocks were singing. The visions made her tremble or laugh, or receive no reaction from her as she passively let them wash over her. She would cough, something wet pooling in her mouth while something metallic stirred her nose. At least the girl weirdly felt no hunger or thirst. She wasn't sure how many days had gone by without her trying to seek sustenance. At least she managed to curl up underneath an outcropping of the Junkpile that seemed sturdy while her body acted so strangely. She had trouble remembering precisely what happened before. Buzzard wasps, monsters, Dinobot--]
[Eyes squinting in the daylight, Korra sluggishly worked her phone comm thingy.]
[Audio feed opens. Korra's words are kinda long, slurred.]
D...Dinobot?....
[A hacking cough.]
Dinobot, are you all right? Lost track of you....
[Another cough, then mostly silence, though broken by the occasional shift of a body, and quiet, haggard breathing. The sound of something curling up.]
Aang, where are you?
[There's a new higher pitch to Korra's words.]
Aaaaaang.
[Her slurred voice is sing-song and snippy.]
Come on, Aang, you're trying to say something, just say it.
[The sound of fingertips clacking against buttons.]
Maybe you're just not pressing the right thing....
[A sharp high laugh.]
I can't find it either....
[OOC: Permissions/additional plotting post here at http://re-alignment-ooc.dreamwidth.org/10896.html#cutid1.]
[So Korra hadn't been completely honest with Gunmax about being fine. Sure, she was fine at the time, she thought she'd been fine for good, that then she could leave the Junkpile...but that weird exhaustion overcame her again. And the hazy perception of everything. Not to mention visions--bright white light and Tarrlok and a Tarrlok without long hair (was that even Tarrlok, it looked like him) and Aang and mech tanks that grew eyes and mouths and Amon touching her forehead without inspiring any fear in her. And then other visions were of friendly mushroom clouds and the rocks were singing. The visions made her tremble or laugh, or receive no reaction from her as she passively let them wash over her. She would cough, something wet pooling in her mouth while something metallic stirred her nose. At least the girl weirdly felt no hunger or thirst. She wasn't sure how many days had gone by without her trying to seek sustenance. At least she managed to curl up underneath an outcropping of the Junkpile that seemed sturdy while her body acted so strangely. She had trouble remembering precisely what happened before. Buzzard wasps, monsters, Dinobot--]
[Eyes squinting in the daylight, Korra sluggishly worked her phone comm thingy.]
[Audio feed opens. Korra's words are kinda long, slurred.]
D...Dinobot?....
[A hacking cough.]
Dinobot, are you all right? Lost track of you....
[Another cough, then mostly silence, though broken by the occasional shift of a body, and quiet, haggard breathing. The sound of something curling up.]
Aang, where are you?
[There's a new higher pitch to Korra's words.]
Aaaaaang.
[Her slurred voice is sing-song and snippy.]
Come on, Aang, you're trying to say something, just say it.
[The sound of fingertips clacking against buttons.]
Maybe you're just not pressing the right thing....
[A sharp high laugh.]
I can't find it either....
[OOC: Permissions/additional plotting post here at http://re-alignment-ooc.dreamwidth.org/10896.html#cutid1.]
I ship EVERYTHING. I ship Pscream and power outlets. You're cool
We're not that far into the relationship for that either.
Re: I ship EVERYTHING. I ship Pscream and power outlets. You're cool
[Coughs. Sounds of her slumping down further along the ground. Voice lower, more tired.]
What are you even doing here on Cybertron? We are on Cybertron, right? Or was that just a dream?...Maybe this is a dream?...
no subject
...
You don't seem well, human.
no subject
Oh. You're a delusion, aren't you?
[OOC: Eventually Korra is taken by Gunmax to the med bay, and this thread can sorta end with Korra giving an indication she's been picked up, but I'm thinking she'll probably sorta remember this conversation because she really thought she heard Amon at this point, so this can be picked up in another post too. What do you think?]
no subject
You've got me. I'm just a delusion after all. Nthing more than a manifestation of your subconscious~.
[OOC| He's got very little interest in sick humans, so he wasn't going to hang around.]
no subject
[Sound of her slumping back down. Long yawn.]
[OOC: That works perfectly!]
no subject
I can see you'll be of no further use to me. Hmph.
[/disconnects]