[network] @beyonce | day 430 | Don't Hurt Yourself | audio [open]

[thewarningafter]

[There's the sound of breathing and boots crunching through snow -- this is one of those feeds created on the move, it would seem. When Stephen speaks, his voice is lighter, easier than it had sounded for a long while before his death. It's like a burden has been lifted from him, but there's something wry in his tone, too.]

You can count me back among the living. Or I can, when I sit down and catch up.

[Haha census humor. The lightness drains from his voice as he turns to more painful and worrying matters.]

I've been catching up on some of what I missed...it looks as though I'm not the only one who's learned first hand how dangerous our counterparts can be. The one that killed me was able to access the bunker; I don't know if someone let him in or if he'd stolen a tablet. I'd found a key card and a microchip I believe might grant access to the remaining locked room there, but they're not among my supplies now. If anyone found them...please. Please let me know. If that thing has them....

Gabriel, Vanitas. I'm sorry I left you, and I hope the fact that your names haven't been posted since mine was means you didn't follow in my footsteps. And Peter? You're an idiot. That goes for both of you.

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[rubikscomplex]

It's the prettiest little nanomachine filled-iest in all the land. Better?

[thewarningafter]

Sure, let's go with that.

[Because explaining that it's a powerful relic and that it chose him when it's refused to cooperate with other sorcerers will just get him made fun of more than House already is.]

[rubikscomplex]

Cool. Welp. Welcome back, Stranger Danger. See you around.

[thewarningafter]

[Stephen takes in too sharp and deep a breath, instinctively wanting to say something to keep House on the line--to keep anyone on the line. That's more than a little pathetic, though, isn't it?

He, too, feels like he's blind. Just...less literally so.]

Yeah. Uh.

[The cadence of his voice is wrong, awkward.]

Stay warm.