[The man onscreen can't hold still. It's obvious he's trying, but he keeps fidgeting or twisting around like something unseen or heard by the tablet has caught his attention. He's dressed in hospital scrubs, and the stethoscope proclaims his field well enough. His long hair is braided in such a way that it covers his ears, and there are glasses perched on his nose. When he smiles it's distracted and he doesn't show even a flash of teeth.]

I should have done this sooner. Hindsight is 20/20 after all. I guess I was hoping I'd find a way back--

[He cuts himself off, then gets up and just as quickly sits again.]

I do need to introduce myself, since we're stuck here. I'm Dr. Isaac Hunter and, well, if you need a doctor, just call me. I'll do what I can. I've heard about the clinic--

There are some medical professionals here but I haven't met you all. I'd like to, I mean. We'll be working together, won't we? I wanted to know--

[He's very distractable, twitching around to stare at something offscreen for a moment before continuing.]

I wanted to know what the spread is. Doctors, nurses, EMTs? [He hesitates] And other types of healers too. Whole new fields...

[He shakes his head as if to clear it and straightens his clothes with a sigh. He doesn't mean the next part to be picked up, obviously.]

I'm going to regret this-- [Louder] Anyway, I hope no one minds if I answer on the move. I've had too much coffee today!

[He laughs like it's a lame excuse and he's painfully aware of that fact before signing off.]

((ooc: And if anyone should be curious enough and, say, decide to track him down, he'll be sneaking into the wilderness shortly after sunset. Full moon and all.))

[Text - Filtered FROM Rookie]

I was wondering if anyone knew where I could find colored strings of lights. If those aren't available, what are some materials I could use to fashion something similar?

[Video - Public]

[A bit after the text message appears, Kallen shows up on the network, grinning, probably a bit wider than necessary. Her tone's relaxed and friendly, her wave at the camera suggesting nothing of ill will at all. In fact, the pilot's in a generous mood! Why not offer some help to those who might be looking for it?]

Looks like the masquerade's a little over a week away now, huh? I know it's short notice, but I have a friend who's simply excellent when it comes to sewing and designing clothes. He's very thorough and timely, too. I have a feeling if anyone asked nicely, he'd be willing to lend a hand in preparation.

[She can't help but chuckle before continuing.]

Speaking of preparation, is there anything else that needs done? I've got time to kill, so putting it to good use sounds like a plan.

[ the feed comes on just in time for the tail end of a crazy breathless laugh and the sounds of someone running away. for a moment there's no picture but that of the inside of a pocket, but there is a tilting of the camera, a dizzying spin and now you're graced with the appearance of Takegami. He's smiling, his lips blue and his hair straggling into his face, his breathing sharp, shallow and painful. A harsh cough brings up bright blood and he moans something in Japanese, quick and too fast for anyone to catch it all. ]

It seems... some people do not... have a sense... of humor.

[ Laughs slightly and then another cough, this time the netbook falls from his weakening grip to fall to the ground. It shows a bit of the alley and the Transport apartments just a few blocks away. ]



[ooc; The end of this log results in a couple shots to the lungs, which means he's got a couple minutes at the most. He might be able to respond before his lungs fill up completely before dead silence and then he'll be back in a couple days, so have fun! ]