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:]

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[knifedances]

[He's not the only one afflicted with such an ego, as it happens. Izaya just laughs]

Don't get me wrong, I don't care about you getting hurt. I'm just giving you the details.

[But it's spoken in a pleasant enough tone]

And now there's something I can help you with. I have painkillers, sure.

[uninvincible]

Mind giving up a few of those? I realize it might be a big strain on you, given your remarkably adorable level of hipster apathy, but I've got a migraine the size of New Mexico right now.

[knifedances]

I guess I could manage that, sure. Providing you're prepared to return the favour sometime, should I need it.