✖ thirty-seventh trauma//timewarp - Accidental Video ✖

[notlikethemovie]

[The phone is knocked to the floor and bounces, giving everyone a skewed view of someone bolting upright in bed, breathing heavily and looking around in a panic. A huff of disbelief escapes them, and they swing their legs over the side of the bed. The huff turns to a low chuckle, which slowly changes to derisive and almost hysterical laughter.]

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[whiskeykillshot]

Mika...

What the hell happened to you?

[notlikethemovie]

The short version? A year of being treated like I'd completely lost my mind and a death in the family.

How long's it been while I was gone?

[whiskeykillshot]

I know that feeling, kid. But it's good to see you back in one piece.

A few days. I spent the week tearing the mall apart looking for you.

[notlikethemovie]

Only a week? Jesus... Well, I'm in one piece from the neck down, and I'm pretty sure everything's accounted for.

Sorry to make everyone worry.

[stormhelm]

Are you okay? People have been looking for you. What... happened?

[Away from his usual tone, he sounds quite worried, frowning in concern into the screen.]

[notlikethemovie]

Considering it's been a year? Do you want the long version or the short version?

[It sounds like her year away from the apartments has ratcheted up her sarcastic tone, possibly out of defense.]

[stormhelm]

... Don't talk about it if you don't want to. Do you need someone there?

[notlikethemovie]

Dunno. Let's see if I still have a roommate and I'll get back to you on that.

[werallsatisfied]

Shit, Tough Cookie, you think it'd be that easy? [Like hell he's letting her take a swan dive off the apartments.]

[notlikethemovie]

You know, I can never keep track of anything anymore. Who knows. [She waves a hand dismissively, letting it fall back to her side.]

Sorry if I worried you guys at all. Can't really help these things, you know?

[werallsatisfied]

No one's gonna blame you. If they do? Guess I can jus' go and have a few words with 'em.

[Mika goes through enough, damn it.]

[notlikethemovie]

Deuce is going to skin me Dante, and you know it.

[She sighs.]

I swear this isn't my fault.

[kernelpanicking]

Mika! Jesus! What side of the universe did you wake up on?

[notlikethemovie]

The bad one. Got shipped back home for a year's "recovery" I guess.

[kernelpanicking]

Doesn't sound like it. [Vigorous scrubbing at his face, it goes here.] Look-- it sucks but... just glad you didn't get zombified or something weird.

[notlikethemovie]

No, not really. Everybody thought I was crazy, it was a blast. Only not really.

Somedays I feel like a zombie. Does that count?

[hiddensnake]

[The door peeks open and...

A Wild Deuce Appears!]

Mika! I was so worried.

[And in an instant she's at the bedside.]

[notlikethemovie]

Yeah? Sorry about that. Heard it's only been a few days. [A hand slides under the collar of her shirt to scratch the back of her shoulder.]

[hiddensnake]

It must have been something like what happened to me.

[Beware...clinghug in 3...2...1...now]

oh gosh how did I forget this tag? /begs forgiveness

[notlikethemovie]

Only with me they were wondering if I should be medicated or not instead of euthanized.

[She hugs Deuce harder than she expected to, the usual fatty softness she'd once had having turned to sharp bony angles in some places. Mika's almost shaking.]

I don't know if I'm sorry to have left or if I'm sorry to be back.