touchscreens | video; some action in the end

[The video option of the transmission will be used as an exhausted and sweaty individual will appear upon the screen. The first thing everyone will notice is the distance between the individual and the device used to transmit messages, it was clear that he was extremely close to the device as his hand is currently holding onto the top of the object for dear life -- he was using the phone booth as a way to keep himself steady and was currently having a difficult time breathing. He is rapidly breathing in and out, as though each breath might be his last. His gaze will look weak. It was clear that he was having a difficult time using the device as his focus does not seem, well, very focused. Actually, he is still wondering if the device was even working...

Once he was able to calm his breathing and uneasiness, he will offer a weak, but polite smile. It was clear from his gaze that he was currently helpless as he was in a later stage of the withdrawal sickness.]

Good evening. I apologize for unexpectedly taking much of your time by transmitting this message, but...I do not believe I will be able to speak at a more convenient time. [A short pause as he felt the dizziness take him over again. His smile will weaken even more as he takes another step closer to the device. At this rate, it feels as though he will lose his consciousness soon.] My name is Soushi Miketsukami. It has been almost three weeks ever since I have arrived to this... [He is still uncertain over if he was in a new country or city or continent all together.] ....quaint city. I am certain many of you are in the same predicament as myself. It is the reason that motivated me to finally speak because I wish to trade information....if you would like....

[But first, he needs to loosen a button from his white dress shirt. He really was feeling sick and even hot.]

How much has been found out over the situation? Like the reason for our sudden arrival? Or even the location of our current whereabouts? It is to my understanding that we were told over our mission was to be affectionate towards one another. Other information was not disclosed.... [And the nauseousness will return as he stops speaking for a moment, using his other hand to hold his head. How was he even able to stand after speaking so much? Much less get out of bed enough to leave his apartment, find a phone booth, and speak.] ...if you have any information to offer, then, if it is within your desire to share your knowledge, then I will be heavily indebted to you....especially if it will be the key needed to return home. [...] There is someone I need to return to...any help will truly....indeed....be greatly appreciated.... [Again, his expression will look a touch bit desperate, anxious, and lonely as he says the next line:] ...even if I do not deserve such a luxury....

[After a long pause as he ponders over his words, he will return his attention to the video transmission as he closes his eyes. Please pretend he is bowing!]

...thank you for your time....

[The transmission will end soon after.]

[And if anyone was out and about in the late evening hours, they will soon find a fallen individual, wearing a white kimono that happens to have nine tails and a pair of fox ears, on the ground as he has finally passed out from his current exhaustion and advanced withdrawal symptoms. Will you help him?]

Threaded | Flat

[This guy is in seriously bad shape, Shinju thinks immediately upon seeing the video. The man on the screen doesn't look injured, but he must be seriously ill. Is he one of the ones who wanted to "test" the effects of not doing what they were asked? ... he knew it was a bad idea.

Shinju looks near-alarmed as he answers the video, trying to keep himself from shouting. He gets worried about strangers easily enough when they're healthy.]

Hey--where are you?

[Kaworu is fond of nighttime walks; they're a reprieve from the day's business so think about what he's experienced that day. Plus, the night sky is lovely.

What's less lovely is someone who can't seem to get up. Perhaps their will isn't strong enough, or perhaps their body has finally reached its limit, but it needs to be corrected in any case. Kaworu can tell that this person isn't dead, and so he kneels down close, and takes one limp hand in both of his own. He's murmuring,]

Now, now. This is no place for you to sleep. [He's gently taking the person's head onto his lap, just above his knees. Kaworu's kind of bony, but hopefully he makes a better pillow than the pavement.] Why don't we get you to your bed, friend? Can you wake up?

[ Jack walked easily through the night, taking in the silence and the quiet rhythms of the city as he scoured every nook and cranny for some hint of how to return home. He had an orange in hand, tossing it gently as he walked and catching it with the deftness of hours of practice. He had been forced to return to the world of the living, no longer allowed to sulk and waste away in the quiet peace of his rooms thanks to a friend, but now, he simply felt restlessness in every step and each passing hour.

But he is not so callous as to step on the man passed out in the street (although it is a near thing indeed) and with a plop as he drops his orange, he kneels, gently shaking the poor man's shoulder. If there's no response, he may just have to go riffling through the young man's robes for ID or... something. ]

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action -- if this is all right? let me know if otherwise! c:

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