Nov. 8th, 2008 07:46 am
urbandev: (Default)
I was sitting at my desk and my hands were shaking too hard for me to piece together the motherboard on the Cait Sith, so I got up to check the furnace -- why am I talking about this? I got up to check the furnace and when I left the apartment --

It was cold. I've told you that's all I remember.

It was cold, I opened the door, and I woke up a day later somewhere else and it hurts to breathe now. That's it. Simple, not elegant. Now, if you want to talk about being trapped under seventy stories of rubble for eleven days, that I remember every minute of. Of course, now that I've said that there will probably be a curse where we're compelled to talk about the times we were trapped under seventy stories of rubble.

Private to Dmitri )
Private to Reno )

[OOC: Cranky Reeve is cranky. He doesn't want to talk about this. Comment at your own risk!]


Nov. 6th, 2008 09:09 pm
urbandev: (bitchplease.)
I feel like someone shoved cotton wads down through my eye sockets. And the apartment seems ridiculously cold, even though I've checked the thermostat three times, and the furnace. It almost felt like this before -- I didn't know dead people could get sick.

Dmitri, Vincent, you might want to give me a wide berth at least for the next few days.


Nov. 3rd, 2008 09:20 am
urbandev: (Default)
Fine. So what do Zack, Cissnei and I all have in common?

It's not that hard to figure out, I suppose. Aeris, were you affected yesterday, as well?

//Private to Cloud, Tifa, Zack//

I think something's happened to Reno.

//Private to Dmitri//
Are you feeling any better?


Oct. 14th, 2008 11:13 pm
urbandev: (Awash in red)
I appear to be unaffected by today's curse. At least I don't have to confront this so soon after.

private to Dmitri//Unhackable

Did you go home last night? I stayed at the station.

We should probably talk. About the apartment.


Private to Reno//Unhackable

Gaia, this is embarrassing.

Can I ask a favor?

urbandev: (Suicide is painless)

Where --

Gaia, it hurts to breathe. Fuck.

Where am I? The last thing I remember --

What time is it?




I suppose the police will want to be talking to me.


Mr. Leandros, I'm very sorry I was not at work yesterday. Walter, I doubt I'll be seeing you this morning.

Is there anybody around?

[OOC: OK, so it hasn't been EXACTLY 24 hours. I couldn't help it. I missed my boy.]


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