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etraya2025-09-01 12:56 am
reincarnesiac) wrote in etraya2025-09-01 12:56 am
un: plushiewarrior | VIDEO (in which alex sends a really powerful radio signal into the night)
( The wind's too loud to hear anything at first, catching the earpiece at exactly the wrong angle. Then Alex waves, smiling with that glassy eyed look that significantly tipsy people can end up wearing. It's dark behind her, but anyone very, very familiar with the skyscraper rooftops in Nova City will recognize she's on one of them. )
Hiii! Oh, it is... so not as cold up here as I expected!
( She laughs a little, throwing her hands up into the air and stumbling forward to likewise toss her arms around part of a metal structure, possibly a radio tower. Alex rests her head on it, her laughter trailing off as she smiles, a little bittersweet. )
I wanted to send a message. A big one! A big... message. So I thought, what if you had a lot... I mean a lot of power behind a radio signal? Won't that do something? We just want to be heard...
( Her eyes close, and it doesn't seem like she's doing anything. Then the tower starts to hum, lighting up with a soft sort of glow under her hands. Anyone tuned into its frequency will hear a humming too, almost like static feedback, that starts to sound more like a heartbeat. Hers. Then a clearer message with that beating in the background: Echo. Come in, Echo.
Then it really starts to glow, until the whole radio tower is a beacon of light. There is no way for the tower to handle that much energy for long. Alex's brow furrows as she's swallowed by the light, the overpowered radio signal shooting up a moment later, all the light abruptly going out as it fizzles upward, a misleading manifestation of what went without being visible to most eyes. Alex is left clinging to a partially melted structure, pushing herself away to stand, swaying. )
... Did that... oh. I don't... feel so good...
( Which is when she goes boneless, dropping out of frame to hit the rooftop in a muffled thud, close to passing out. Luckily her earpiece is still recording! ... About four feet higher than her current head level. Enjoy your scene of a warped radio tower and the otherwise unremarkable rooftop, Etraya. )
Hiii! Oh, it is... so not as cold up here as I expected!
( She laughs a little, throwing her hands up into the air and stumbling forward to likewise toss her arms around part of a metal structure, possibly a radio tower. Alex rests her head on it, her laughter trailing off as she smiles, a little bittersweet. )
I wanted to send a message. A big one! A big... message. So I thought, what if you had a lot... I mean a lot of power behind a radio signal? Won't that do something? We just want to be heard...
( Her eyes close, and it doesn't seem like she's doing anything. Then the tower starts to hum, lighting up with a soft sort of glow under her hands. Anyone tuned into its frequency will hear a humming too, almost like static feedback, that starts to sound more like a heartbeat. Hers. Then a clearer message with that beating in the background: Echo. Come in, Echo.
Then it really starts to glow, until the whole radio tower is a beacon of light. There is no way for the tower to handle that much energy for long. Alex's brow furrows as she's swallowed by the light, the overpowered radio signal shooting up a moment later, all the light abruptly going out as it fizzles upward, a misleading manifestation of what went without being visible to most eyes. Alex is left clinging to a partially melted structure, pushing herself away to stand, swaying. )
... Did that... oh. I don't... feel so good...
( Which is when she goes boneless, dropping out of frame to hit the rooftop in a muffled thud, close to passing out. Luckily her earpiece is still recording! ... About four feet higher than her current head level. Enjoy your scene of a warped radio tower and the otherwise unremarkable rooftop, Etraya. )
voice; un: MAXIMUMLEGEND
Fabian is of half a mind to get on the Hangman and drive over - a likely ill-advised plan, given that it's not like he has any ability to help her by healing or anything of the sort, let alone carrying a potentially unconscious person on a motorcycle - but thankfully he sees the messages that help is on the way before he does anything stupid. ]
Alex! You're not supposed to do this sort of thing on your own!
[ He sounds a little agitated. Okay, maybe more than just a little bit. But can you blame him, really, given what he's just seen.. ]
video is unchanged with her audio coming in clear
Aaaah... yeah. Hey, Fabian. You're right. S'pposed to drink with friends, anyway.
( She knows that's not what he meant, but it's what slips out first anyway. Because... how do you rally people around so you can drunk signal dial space? )
this is so stupid, i'm sorry, no braincells in this thread
[ Maybe that's not the sort of thing to double down on, given that Alex is clearly still a little drunk, or at least ought to know - just like Fabian ought to know! - it's not the most important thing here.
But when everything else feels out of your control, you just have to double down on the one thing you can, right. ]
You should have told me! Do you think I can't drink?! I could have brought the bad baby milk! [ Alex!! Alex, you can't die until you've had the bad baby milk!!! ]
who needs braincells not they
... Do you drink that from a baby bottle?
( She's so PUZZLED by this name here! )
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[ ..
A pause, and then perhaps helplessness about being unable to directly help her guides Fabian to say something as truly stupid as-- ]
Do you want some right now? Should I bring it over? Would you feel better? [ Would the bad baby milk make you feel better, Alex. Would that cure you. Heal you. ]
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( Yeah it'll make her feel better? Yeah he should bring it over? Look she isn't needing to be clear, she's just stating how she feels!
... Granted she's sobered up too much so frankly that might be nice to fix. )
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[ Hold on.
This is the exact moment Fabian realizes that putting a plan into motion isn't as easy as suggesting it - but that doesn't mean he just backs down. He's Fabian Aramais Seacaster! He doesn't just back down, that's not how it works.
So there's the sound of moving on his end, like he's actually getting to tackling this task. Gods, he really hopes he's got some vodka in the manor--
There's some rummaging sounds, and then: ]
.. Alex, if you were vodka, where would you be?
[ Truly something to ask someone who might have a concussion. Or is at least not doing great. ]