088 // oh hey this is a pretty familiar situation

[thatlibbychick]

[Libby's speaking slowly and clearly; she's trying to keep control even though she's crying a little, and FREAKING OUT inside.]

Somebody--

[Static cuts her off; she tries again after a few moments.]

Somebody, please. I need help. I've got to get out of here. I don't know how long I can stay calm...

They're watching me.

[Yep, the ghosts are manifesting

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[mightymorbid]

[Mozenrath is trying to make something out in all that but it's even less clear on his end.]

Miss Widmore.

[Audio]

[thatlibbychick]

[Something's definitely wrong with her--she doesn't bother to tell him to use her first name, for the first time ever.]

Yes, that's right. That's what they all called me.

[She tries to muffle her tears by crying into her elbow.]

Is that you? Moze?

[Audio]

[mightymorbid]

[Okay THAT got through]

Don't call me that or I'm not coming to get you.

[Audio]

[thatlibbychick]

I'm sorry, I--ean--t--

[More static.]

I don't know what they're planning. It would be less frightening if they did something instead of just standing there...

[SIMUL-SPAM]

[mightymorbid]

[An unfamiliar ghost seems to appear amid all the others, glad in nurse getup, but there aren't really eyes where there should be. She doesn't seem to acknowledge the others. Voice is barely a whisper, and seems to only become fully audible when her journal statics up]

What a-- you see-ng Miss Widmore?

[SIMUL-SPAM]

[thatlibbychick]

[Libby draws her arms up, blocking her eyes with her forearms.]

No. No, go away.

[SIMUL-SPAM]

[mightymorbid]

B-t you are sick, M--s Widmore.

[SIMUL-SPAM]

[thatlibbychick]

[Weakly protesting:]

I'm not sick. That was a long time ago.

I'm...I'm better now.