89 - Voice

[gotgreenmagic]

[Intended to be private to Kirk, but is of course completely public. TYVM BARGE.]

[This is posted in the early hours of the morning - four or five AM. Shego's voice is hoarse and whispery - she sounds completely unlike herself. And she's freaking out a bit. A lot.]

I. You. You need to -

- I don't know, I know there isn't anything, I -

- you need to do something. Help me - kill me - I don't care, I am not doing this again, I can't, I won't -

[There's a screech of static and the line cuts out.]

[OOC: What's going on here? She's suffering two death tolls at once - being decapitated by Buffy, and the horrible uber-Death Toll suffered by those who ventured into the engine room during the Dead In The Water event last year. Which was so bad that she pretty much committed suicide-by-Joker for the sake of a hard reset. It didn't work. I....needed to break out the big guns to get through her foot-thick layer of apathy. :V

Edit: As of a couple of days after this has been posted, it and all replies to it have been retroactively made private.  People who replied to it can still see it, but nobody else.]

Comments

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

[There's a long radio silence which is spent realising that the network has ruined the hell out of her filters.]

Oh for - [STATIC.]

Leave me alone.

[der-umgekehrte.livejournal.com]

[That's not how you first aid, ma'am.]

Not to put too fine a point on it but no. Where the hell are you. Are you physically hurt or feeling an old death toll.

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

I'm fine.

[THAT'LL WORK.]

[der-umgekehrte.livejournal.com]

Certainly you are. I'm a security chief. I go into withdrawal if I don't meddle and sic medical attention on the hapless.

Where are you, ma'am. Who were you trying to contact. I'll get them on braid instead if you'll talk to them.

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

A braid is a hairstyle.

You can't medicate this. Just - let it go.

[der-umgekehrte.livejournal.com]

And tea is made from beans not leaves, what's your point.

We could at least give you a bucket of ice to stick your hand in to distract you, ma'am. I'd just prefer that somebody knew where you were, if you don't mind.

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

People know where I am.

[der-umgekehrte.livejournal.com]

All right. Going out of braid.