oo1 --- [video]

[uninvincible]

[The man on the screen looks banged up and bruised--and, quite frankly, like hell. He just seems exhausted and bemused, not panicking like he probably should be. He'd left the apartment to do a bit of exploring then came back, entirely too exhausted and injured to do much else, but he's got a vague idea of where he is now. Right.]

Yes, hi. Hello? Is this like a Nokia?

[He leans back on the bed he's sitting on.] So I get it. Deserted town. Spooky. I'm past it. It's time to move forward. [He waves his hands vaguely.] I need parts. Durable and solid enough to deal with sustained flight-- You know what, I'll work out the details. I can salvage just about anything, so don't be shy.

And-- [Pause.] Really, is this it? Just this thing? [A bit of shaky cam as he examines the communication device again.] I guess with a few tweaks it'll function on a less...archaic level... So-- Look, am I alone? Am I talking to myself here? I know I'm fantastic to look at, but I'd love some sign of intelligent life here.

[ooc; This post also doubles as action for anyone else in Apartment #2.002. c:]

Comments

[video]

[onetrackminds]

[healer, coming through! It's sort of impossible not to notice those injuries, and well.]

That doesn't look good. Do you want me to take a look at that?

[uninvincible]

What doesn't-- This? [He gestures vaguely to the gash on his forehead, which is clotted up and dirty.] Yeah, knock yourself out. They're not bad, though, I've got more of a headache than anything else.

[onetrackminds]

I'd prefer making sure of that myself. You might have a concussion. Where can I find you?

[uninvincible]

Huh. Good question. I'm guessing what was once an apartment building, but that might be a stretch.

[onetrackminds]

There should be a number outside the door to the room you're in.

[uninvincible]

Yeah, it's, that was-- Well, it was a joke, but it was kind of a bad one, so I'll let it slide. #2.002.

[onetrackminds]

There was no way to tell that was a joke. [BUT OH WELL, HEALING TO DO.] I'll be right over.

[uninvincible]

[HIS BRAIN IS LIKE SCRAMBLED EGGS RIGHT NOW OKAY]

Yep.

[action]

[onetrackminds]

[and as promised, it's only a few minutes before Anders knocks on the door to #2.002. It's a relief to actually have some healing to do, considering how useless this place can make you feel.]

[uninvincible]

[He's flopped on the bed, fiddling with his cell phone. On the floor next to him a humanoid robotic suit can be seen--though it's awfully damaged, as if it's just been through a horrible battle.

He doesn't look up as Anders knocks.]

Let yourself in.

[onetrackminds]

[he opens the door at the voice, peering inside for a moment before actually entering. The robotic suit he dismisses as armor - if impractical looking - and sees no reason to comment on it for now. He's got more important matters to tend to.]

You look even worse in person.

[uninvincible]

You really know how to make a guy feel special.

[onetrackminds]

That's not what I came here for. [although that sounds a bit teasing.] Can you sit up?

[he walks over, crouching down in front of the bed for a closer look. The injuries don't look serious, but that's hardly definitive.]

[uninvincible]

[He grunts as he sits up, and reaches up to rub at his head.]

Really, I'm-- It's just a migraine, comes and goes. I don't need any-- You know, I'm fine.

Could use a drink, though.

[onetrackminds]

Didn't I already tell you I make my own assessments?

[and if his head hurts, that can be a bad sign, even if it's also an expected outcome from having your head repeatedly beaten.]

I don't think anyone's found any alcohol here. Now, watch this flame for a moment.

[he turns away for a second, then holds up a small stick, at the tip of which a flame is now burning.]

[uninvincible]

[He plays along, too tired to argue.]

Fire. That's useful.

[onetrackminds]

How else would we cook?

[after a mmoment, he blows the fire out again.]

Speaking of, have you been keeping food or drink down?