[Video] His Heart is Drifting Too

[candyconsumption]

Who: Uchiha Itachi
Broadcast: Video, Fleetwide
Action: SS Paisley, Common Area
When: A bit past midnight on August 7th

[ He's currently in his little office, sitting at the desk. He's got the video on--he doesn't look amused. ]

...Would someone care to explain this? [ He turns his device so that the camera is facing his desk. Piled on it are boxes and boxes and small pocket-packets of tissue paper, all brightly wrapped in neon blue with yellow lettering: MADAME CYCLOPS ISSUE TISSUES. ] ...Because I don't find it funny in the least bit.

If someone thinks this will cheer me up... [ He trails off, unable to finish the sentence. Instead, a foot is seen gently nudging some of the tissues away and to the side of the desk.]

...I was right the first time. This is hell.

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[ video ]

[beardstrokes]

[ Oh. Obi-Wan should have realized. ]

Are you ill?

[ video ]

[candyconsumption]

No. [ A lie, if he must be honest, but if he can help it... he doesn't want people knowing that even though he'd been brought back to life, his illness hasn't disappeared. Whatever it is. ] No...

[ He's got the video facing him again. He idly picks up a tissue from one of the boxes. They're a faint blue with a darker blue eye print on them. ]

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[beardstrokes]

[ Hmm. ]

Then you wouldn't mind me checking up on you, just to see.

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[candyconsumption]

There's no need for that, Kenobi-san. [ You can almost hear the faint whine of 'I'm an adult so I can take care of myself' in there. ]

[ ...Of course, he's not going to out right try and stop you, either. ]

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[beardstrokes]

For my peace of mind, then.

[ And with that he closes his connection, already on his way. ]

[ action ]

[candyconsumption]

[ Well, he supposes he had no other choice. Itachi merely straightens up the mass piles of tissues on his desk. Perhaps he'll distribute them to the other personnel individuals who have decided to take up counseling. He does, though, shove one of the individual packets into his pocket, before heading on over to where the shuttles unload. ]

[ When he arrives, he waits patiently, making sure to remain looking as composed as possible. Maybe it's the only thing he's good at. ]

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[castrationfist]

Why would tissues be hell, exactly? Do you have some kind of tissue trauma?

voice

[candyconsumption]

[ This is a new face... ]

It's not the tissues that are hell. It's this place.

voice

[castrationfist]

[Well, a new voice, technically.]

Hm, hardly. Hell involves more hungry ghosts. This is more like a relaxing vacation.

voice

[candyconsumption]

[ Okay yes technically. ] Are you implying you've already paid hell a visit?

voice

[castrationfist]

Well, I was damned for a while, but I didn't make it to hell personally. My knowledge is a little bit more unique!

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[deviances]

[ Cheer him up...? Here, have a concerned Eithan. ]

Yeah, it's... kinda hell. But seriously, somethin' happen?

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[candyconsumption]

...Something... is an understatement. But yes. [ And he's doing his best to be as calm about it as possible, despite how he actually feels. ]

[deviances]

You wanna talk about it? [ Beat. ] If it's none of my business, it's fine. Just... makin' sure, I guess.

[candyconsumption]

...That's kind of you. [ There's a pause of his own. ] I'm not sure, but...

Perhaps a distraction could be nice.

Did you ever find that drink?

[deviances]

I find that in drink a lot. [ He tries for a grin~ Even if it falls a little short, because he is legitimately concerned. ] Wanna hit up the bars on the Iskaulit?

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[passingthrough]

Did you get a sponsor drop already?

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[candyconsumption]

[ He gives her an incredulous look. ]

...Sponsor... drop?

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[passingthrough]

Like a gift for being entertaining for the audience. Like the money, but less useful.

[candyconsumption]

I see... [ Interesting. ] So it's... from people who have been watching me, then. [ Creepy. ]

...I don't see what's so interesting, but... I suppose everyone here is thinking that.

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[stefanged]

[Oh. Oh shit, Stefan should've guessed when he saw that broadcast.

A few minutes later, there's a light knock on the doorframe of Itachi's office. Stefan's peering inside, with two mugs of green tea carefully held in his hands.]

Hey. Do you have a moment?

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[candyconsumption]

[ He glances up when he hears the knock. Itachi carefully tucks some of his hair out of his face, moving a few boxes of tissues off to the side. ]

Absolutely. Please. Come in.

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[stefanged]

Thanks. [He manages a faint smile as he heads in, setting down a mug on Itachi's desk.]

How're you holding up? I know I haven't said much since we first met.

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[candyconsumption]

[ He looks down at the mug; his eyes take in the tea inside, and a nagging reaction, something he can't kill, checks with all the senses he can manage for poison. But this is not his world--this is another place entirely, where he doesn't have to worry about his life being at risk every waking moment. He drags the cup along the table and to him. ] Thank you.

...As for holding up, I'm... going. It's very different here.

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[stefanged]

No problem.

[Stefan sits down on a nearby couch (or chair, whichever's closer) and nods in agreement. On his end, it's a gesture of goodwill - tea makes him feel better, ergo, it'll make the rest of the crew feel better.]

I wish I could argue with you there, but yeah. It's nothing like my home either.