You ever had one of those days?

[thequeensown]

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[There is the sound of someone/thing shifting around and a breathy gasp. Could that have been pain you heard there?]

What .. Where?? What's going on ..[another gasp and groan] Merciful Goddess .. Where in the stars am I?

[video kicks in as well..how nice of it!! My, but this young woman doesn't appear in good shape at all, does she?? Her

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[ntjstapwn]

*Wait, what? That doesn't sound good at all.*

Do you need help?

((I know she won't respond but...yeah))

[dead air]

[thequeensown]

[Oh but the effort and the fact you care enough to be concerned are both lovely! However, there is naught but dead air in response; not good at all. :( ]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[About as empathetic as a brick.]

... What are you babbling about?

[dead air]

[thequeensown]

[A bit of dead air for you, dearest...although your response did make me lol!]

[video]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[In kind of a vain attempt to figure out what's going on, Ironhide turns on the video function, wondering if it'll activate on the other end, too.]

[video] Sorry for the delay, I had a full day at school and got home super late

[thequeensown]

[Though not likely something that would work everytime, as Remy secures her communicator and key card in his pocket it seems your trick does the job and Talia's communicator begins transmitting again. The video feed is dark and you won't be able to pick up too much, but the word "infirmary" is clear.]

[pimp_hat]

[Damsel in distress? Kevas is all over that.]

Sweet Loa...

Ladymon where joo be? I can help joo.

[thequeensown]

[Oh, Kevas! How she would so appreciate your effort!! Unfortunately, she is quite unable to reply to you! :( Here's some dead air in return.]

[pimp_hat]

[Ah shit, that's not good. Kevas grabs his pack and is out the door, playing the video over again to find any clues where she might be.]

Sorry for the lateness, but I just got home! :(

[thequeensown]

[Well now, depending on where he's looking, he just might hear a stir in the halls on deck 6. Vanyel has found her now and is with Remy, most likely trying to get into her still-locked room!]

(ooc: feel free to stumble across them and tag in if you'd like. :) And actually, we are at a point for you to do just that! xoxo)

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[lastofvaldemar]

[Thank the gods that Van only had one glass of that Pear Wine- he's waking up at the projected distress with neither headache nor hangover. Startled awake, he fumbled for the 'comm, knowing from old habit that something like this will likely be broadcast there as well.]

Chosen of... hellsteeth!

[He abandons bed and lover in favor of pulling on his clothing and in short order is prowling the halls, shields open, seeking the source of the distr-- right on his floor. Really. Well, that's almost convenient.

Unfortunately, the door is still shut, and therefore locked, to one that has no key. He pounds on it loudly, and calls both aloud and in mindspeech-]

Open the door! Herald, you will open this door!

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[thequeensown]

There's a silence in her mind that Talia hasn't known since her thirteenth year and it's both the most terrifying and most welcome thing she's ever known. It's a silence that stretches past her shields and outward, where minds aren't just fuzzy; but gone.

It should scare her more than it does, but she finds that she welcomes the embrace of that darkness. She knew that Rolan would reach Selenay, or die trying .. either way, the message would reach those that had need to know.

There is a prodding at the edge of her consciousness, but even its insisting presence is not enough to pull her back. Her mind just begs for release, pain and despair ebbing off and slowly beginning to quiet; the worst sign for any trying to get to her.

[commentlog] Oh hi!

[ttlynotawizard]

[Remy had been stirred awake by Vanyel's sudden and swift departure from the bed. He'd lazily looked over to see the Herald-mage fumbling for his clothing and leaving before Remy could register what was going on.

Fearing some sort of emergency, Remy locates what he can of his clothing and throws it on haphazardly as he goes to follow Vanyel.]

Van? What's going on?

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[lastofvaldemar]

You can't--? There's a Herald, in that room, she's hurt- dying!

[Van half-turns, to face him, trying to impress on Remy the urgency- as if it weren't obvious, still grasping after the whisps of Talia's mind.]

Rem, I...can you get through this door? You know they won't break, or I'd- Can it be done?