caughtinanetwork | 004

[Most Vatheonites would sink into their magical stasis comas quietly and subtly, without causing too much of a fuss. Bro is not one of those Vatheonites.

It's just after noon. He’s unaffected by the new curse and out of the apartment, just going about his business in the bubble as usual, when he feels the drowsiness wash over him. He knows instantly this is a bad thing, so his hand finds its way to the SFC without even a second’s delay. He manages to start the video function, but the palm of his hand is covering the camera, which makes it rather pointless. All that can be seen is darkness.]

S-shit…

[That’s the only thing he manages to say before he’s out like a light and keels over. What can be heard next is a loud crashing noise, followed almost immediately by a thud and a crack. Something rolls along the ground, the sound growing ever more distant, as Bro’s hand slips halfway off the camera. Through his fingers, the only thing that can be seen is the most nondescript ceiling you’ll ever encounter. Plain white. Almost half a minute of silence follows before the SFC’s connection fizzles out again.

Gentlemen (and ladies), start your panicking. Bro won't respond (obviously), but feel free to threadjack or whatever if you so desire.]

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Very amusing.
We're all captivated by your dramatic swoon and the ability of air to defeat you.
A hint: next time you're going to fake something, make it seem more real. You get no points for effort this time.

[Dirk had sent off the message and figured he was done with it. But a half-hour later with no reply, he's getting a bit irritated.]

Dude, seriously, joke's up.
You didn't even let the SFC roll far enough for us to conveniently see your body.

Edited 2013-08-05 22:25 (UTC)

[Ten more minutes, and still nothing. Seriously, Bro?]

Since you're so insistent, I'm coming over to borrow your orange soda.
And Cal.
I might just draw clowns on everything you own, while I'm at it.
At least pretend for a concussion once I'm there.
Five minute warning.

[He is, of course, there in three. And making his way in through a window, of course. What is using the door? A chance to let Bro escape.

But as he examines the apartment room by room, he keeps turning things up empty. There isn't even an ironic ketchup "bloodstain" on the floor in the kitchen.]

You're really damn bad at this.
When instigating a murder mystery there's supposed to be a murder to solve.
Not to mention a clue available beyond "oh, no, he's dead."
I saw you talking to Jane, surely she must have explained this elementary factor to you.
That video does not a crime make.
And a ceiling is not a clue.

[Wait a minute.]

That wasn't even your ceiling, was it?
Fuck this.
Your nachos are forfeit. Feel free to rescue them at any time you decide to stop playing the role of Sir-not-appearing-in-this-film.

Edited 2013-08-05 22:39 (UTC)

[Sup, Dirk, there's now a somewhat frantic Davesprite soaring through a window. Well, not literally through it, he's not yet in the "break the glass, fuck the consequences" stage. He stops and stares at the person who definitely doesn't look like a Strider in the Striderhaus.

The fuck?

Davesprite will wait for the supposed stranger to explain himself.]

[The "stranger" seems completely relaxed, for having been in the middle of an apartment that isn't his. He doesn't even move when Davesprite enters, just nods.]

Yo.

[Then, belatedly;]

It's Dirk.

[Davesprite immediately relaxes.]

Oh, good, then I won't have to kick your ass for breakin' and enterin'. I'm guessing you saw the video.

Yeah. Waiting for the ass to actually show his face.

[He's still convinced it's a shitty attempt at a prank.]

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