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[versusnurture]

[The video cuts on with Abigail ever-so-dubiously holding the camera, selfie-style. A wave. Hello, Barge, someone's here with bad news.]

So, um. I feel like we should really have a pre-formatted broadcast about this ready, a kind of fill-in-the-blanks-here style thing, but, well . . .

[She pans the camera back, revealing that she's in the clinic, and directs it towards Scott. Who is asleep halfway out of a kennel, his head resting against the bars. He's drooling a little. Some cute puppy snores are happening, too.]

I need help getting Scott to the infirmary. Or, you know, wherever you people want him.

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[voluntaryapnea]

I'll come and get him.

[ Spam is the Word That You Heard ]

[warisart]

[It's almost like the first days, except there aren't many left around from the first days to notice, and anyway. Ben has always been strange, right?

He doesn't answer on the network. Instead he turns up at the clinic, watchful and quiet, searching Abigail out to speak with her in person rather than over communicators.]

[videocamera]

[Well. That's sort of creepy, coming in the wake of his own coma.]

...God, I hope I didn't drool on anyone.

[Normally he might not say anything but he's still weirded out about having just been dead to the world for weeks and it makes him want to talk to people. Like proving he still exists or something.]