Nov 03, 2009 16:06
[Ukitake can be seen, perched on the edge of a bed, at an angle that suggests he's currently holding the guide in his lap. He looks very different without the voluminous white haori that's usually hanging in a shroud over his shoulders - simply reduced to being clad in his black hakama for the moment, he looks a good deal more pale and thin, almost frail.]
[He still looks exhausted despite the fact that he's been more or less asleep for the past two days, but even though his weariness is clear, his expression seems to brighten a bit when he notices the feed is on.]
Ah, I knew I'd be able to figure out how to work this thing eventually...
[He pauses, a grimace flitting across his features for the briefest of moments, and he turns away from the camera to cough once, twice.]
[Just as quickly he manages to regain his composure as he turns back]
Er...it seems I lost track of my surroundings sometime in the near past. I'm...not quite sure how long I've been unconscious. [cue a half-sheepish, half self-reprimanding look] But ah...what has been going on? Is everyone alright? It's...a little too quiet...
[another pause]
[he glances a bit bemusedly around the room]
...I'm...fairly sure this isn't room 3-12, either. ...Where am I, exactly?
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