[network] @totheark; Text/Video; Night 75 (after lockdown), Good Night [open] [cw: impending death]

[0thingsonmymind]

i didnot want it to e n d like t h i s

*After that cheerful message the post switches over to video. Its notably dark and lit only by the tablet's backlight and starts with a shot of Brian's masked face. The red frowny face might seem more fitting than usual. After a few moments he swings the tablet around to show a piece of rubble that he's written "GOODBYE" on in blue crayon. It holds there for about 5-10 seconds before the post switches back to text.*

F)Q)>Gl

((ASCII85 code at the end translates to "sorry." Brian'll respond in text until he becomes too weak to do so.))

Comments

text;

[swatsflies]

How the hell did you get locked out?
What were you even doing?

[Dude, no. Don't die. :<]

@MarbleHornets; text

[genreblindness]

shit

[To be perfectly honest, Jay's greatest concern here is how this will impact Tim. He does feel genuinely terrible for Brian as well, though.]

i'm sorry man

1/2

[maskintape]

[ Goddammit. God fucking dammit. For a few seconds, Tim can only stare blankly at the post while trying not to vomit. He's failed Brian, again, and no matter how much he tries to tell himself that it'll be okay and that he might come back...

Most people don't, do they. Clarke didn't. Lancer didn't. Ellana didn't. Alex didn't.

He tries to type through the rapidly-encroaching panic attack, but it's a slow process. His hands are shaking badly and it's hard to breathe - especially with his cough forcing out every breath that he manages to take in - and it doesn't take long for matters to reach their inevitable conclusion.

Tim blacks out. For the first time, he sort of welcomes it. ]

@Mnemosyne; text

[bookofnope]

[They've known each other for less than a month, which is a drop in the ocean to Kindred, and Beckett is resigned to death; he shouldn't even be surprised. But somehow this is a kick in the teeth nonetheless. Brian has come to... represent something, almost.

No one wants it to end like this. With no answers.

He's shaky for a while, but he forces himself to respond. Brian doesn't have long to wait for him to find his composure.]

We will carry on the work.

Time until your return will not be wasted.

@haurchefant; voice

[silverfuller]

[He's only met Brian once but that doesn't make the post any less alarming.]

My friend? Are you alright? What has happened?

text - @claytonator

[dr_unconscious]

[Clayton has no intention to respond to replies to this--he doesn't expect any from affected parties to be positive ones, or ones that would benefit from further apology or explanation--but to say nothing at all feels too callous, uncomfortable and wrong at his core.]

[He made a promise, after all.]

I'm sorry I wasn't able to help you.

audio ; @lovesya

[victorytothesexy]

[Hey, that username, isn't that...? Yeah! That's the dude he was chatting with a few days ago, right? What the- man, that's one creeeepy mask! Wait, was that why he was so hellbent on appearances not mattering earlier?

Agh, and more importantly--]

Hey!

If you don't want it to end like this, start running or something.

[People told him that giving up on life was bad, so he's-- just gonna see if he can return the favour.]

@CaptSteveRogers; text

[starsandtights]

[Christ. Steve scrubs a weary hand down his face. Hell, but this week is a struggle. It was bad enough seeing obits every few days but now it's people he knows, if only a little bit, people he's spoken to, people he's shared shelter with, and it's so much worse.

Steve stares at the message a few more times, then types out a quick message. He doesn't know what the hell else to say.]

Godspeed, Brian.