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[The few days it's taken to adjust have been, well - Sam is not going to use the word 'Hell' because he's actually been, and this is crappy but it doesn't come close. Still, anyone who hasn't seen him yet might be a little alarmed at what's being broadcast: six feet and four inches of sickly sasquatch, valiantly trying to address the network, appallingly pale, sallow-faced and bloodshot-sunken-eyed.]
Hey. Uh - Sam. I'm new. I guess this is a, uh, a thing that, that people do. Is introduce themselves. And I get that - we're all looking for a way out.
[Auspicious beginnings. Who knows if anyone's even getting this? Nevertheless, he continues.]
Okay. So. No promises, but there's something I can try. Kinda like a ward, or a spell. [Magic exists, surprise. The few people he's already talked to have expressed a kind of varied interest in this sort of thing, so caution be damned.] Anyone wants to help, I'll need a couple things.
First is - salt. Table salt, any kind will do. Second? Matches, a lighter, anything that can make sparks, even for a few seconds. And then I'll need something to write with, marker, pen, spray paint - I don't care. Anything along those lines.
[He looks at something off-screen, mouth briefly twisting in what might best be categorized as 'disgust'.]
I have food to trade for it. Heard that's kind of a limited resource these days. Food and, uh. [He squints at something.] Neosporin. If anyone, y'know, needs that.
[Yeah, he doesn't get it either. He jerks off frame for a moment, face buried in his elbow. It's not enough to fully stifle the ragged, fierce coughs that leave his shoulders shuddering. Finally, signs of life trickle back through the feed, albeit muffled and with their subject mostly lurched off camera as he mutters in his more characteristic deadpan, wearily sardonic, 'so-done-with-this-shit' tone.]
Also. If anyone happens to have some aspirin on them, that'd be great.
[There's the rattling of trembling, uncoordinated fingertips trying to navigate the tablet, and the feed snaps off.]
Hey. Uh - Sam. I'm new. I guess this is a, uh, a thing that, that people do. Is introduce themselves. And I get that - we're all looking for a way out.
[Auspicious beginnings. Who knows if anyone's even getting this? Nevertheless, he continues.]
Okay. So. No promises, but there's something I can try. Kinda like a ward, or a spell. [Magic exists, surprise. The few people he's already talked to have expressed a kind of varied interest in this sort of thing, so caution be damned.] Anyone wants to help, I'll need a couple things.
First is - salt. Table salt, any kind will do. Second? Matches, a lighter, anything that can make sparks, even for a few seconds. And then I'll need something to write with, marker, pen, spray paint - I don't care. Anything along those lines.
[He looks at something off-screen, mouth briefly twisting in what might best be categorized as 'disgust'.]
I have food to trade for it. Heard that's kind of a limited resource these days. Food and, uh. [He squints at something.] Neosporin. If anyone, y'know, needs that.
[Yeah, he doesn't get it either. He jerks off frame for a moment, face buried in his elbow. It's not enough to fully stifle the ragged, fierce coughs that leave his shoulders shuddering. Finally, signs of life trickle back through the feed, albeit muffled and with their subject mostly lurched off camera as he mutters in his more characteristic deadpan, wearily sardonic, 'so-done-with-this-shit' tone.]
Also. If anyone happens to have some aspirin on them, that'd be great.
[There's the rattling of trembling, uncoordinated fingertips trying to navigate the tablet, and the feed snaps off.]
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[If it was just Steve, he'd be all for it. But it's not.]
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It depends on if anyone picks it up, and who that someone would be. So, potentially - yeah. But I don't have any other ideas.
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It's worth a shot.]
Okay. Where do you want me to bring the pen?
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Got that covered, actually. [With all the rueful irony of a joke, he adds:] Guess I got an enthusiastic crow response.
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Guess a lot of us are ready to try anything to get out of here.
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[But the simplicity with which a plan comes together doesn't necessarily point to its success. He lowers the page.]
How long you been here?
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[Unless there was a group before them. Steve really doesn't want to think about what might've happened to them if there was.]
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Yikes.
His expression cycles through a few emotional iterations before settling for wryly earnest.]
...my condolences.
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[Steve gives him a bit of a smile of the look.]
Believe it or not, it could've been worse. At least I have friends here.
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[Which is just...creepy. Creepier.]
No one's found a way out this whole time?
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really great.]
That's promising.
[Which is to say, NO IT'S NOT]
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It makes it even more important to keep in touch.
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[One hand goes up to rake through his hair. He keeps thinking, gee, this can in no way get worse. And it's like the hotel is specifically out to prove him wrong.]