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video; @falcon
[Sam's in what looks somewhat like a more high-tech tattoo parlor - one of the body modification studios - and he looks more worried than panicked as he glances at the phone, his attention clearly at something (or someone) on the floor. In the background there's definite arguing going on:]
Sir please, you shouldn’t be [Only the first speaker was visible, a young woman with a variety of piercings and tattoos, likely the attendant given the scrubs she was wearing, visibly alarmed as she was trying to convince the person on the floor to stay there.]
I’ll be fine, christ you nag worse than my mother ever did- [Obviously this wasn’t working as well as she hoped, face paling slightly as there was an uncomfortable-sounding crunch and breathless cursing that followed the irritated reply.]
Hey, so if any of you teleporters are paying attention, I could use a little help here. And heads up to the hospital, you're gonna have a pain in the ass coming in real soon. [Sam glances away from the camera for a moment and pinches the bridge of his nose as he adds an aside] Stephen, you need to go to the fucking hospital, legs don't bend like that.
I’m not going to the fucking hospital, I can fix this myself-
[Narrator: But he couldn't.]
Please, someone get here and shut him up. Doesn't look like anything life-threatening, but he's got broken legs and god knows what else. And he's in the shittiest mood I've ever seen him in, and that's saying a lot.
[ooc: red is Sam, blue is Stephen, replies will probably come from either one (or both), but don't expect Stephen to be very nice.
Also Stephen's replies will come via yelling at Sam's phone.Because Sam is a jerk and won’t let him snatch it]
Sir please, you shouldn’t be [Only the first speaker was visible, a young woman with a variety of piercings and tattoos, likely the attendant given the scrubs she was wearing, visibly alarmed as she was trying to convince the person on the floor to stay there.]
I’ll be fine, christ you nag worse than my mother ever did- [Obviously this wasn’t working as well as she hoped, face paling slightly as there was an uncomfortable-sounding crunch and breathless cursing that followed the irritated reply.]
Hey, so if any of you teleporters are paying attention, I could use a little help here. And heads up to the hospital, you're gonna have a pain in the ass coming in real soon. [Sam glances away from the camera for a moment and pinches the bridge of his nose as he adds an aside] Stephen, you need to go to the fucking hospital, legs don't bend like that.
I’m not going to the fucking hospital, I can fix this myself-
[Narrator: But he couldn't.]
Please, someone get here and shut him up. Doesn't look like anything life-threatening, but he's got broken legs and god knows what else. And he's in the shittiest mood I've ever seen him in, and that's saying a lot.
[ooc: red is Sam, blue is Stephen, replies will probably come from either one (or both), but don't expect Stephen to be very nice.
Also Stephen's replies will come via yelling at Sam's phone.
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Right? Let's just say they're on similar pages.]
Perfect. Later gator. [And unless he had something else to say, she cut her feed.]