video.

[theguideless]

–hhhgh...

[behold: the underside of a table. if...you're aware of what the underside of a table even looks like, that's surely what you're looking at.

until a hand lifts and then gracelessly drops onto the screen with a heavy THWUMP.

a grunt.]

Get...backhh... [exhale. the view tilts, then dramatically shifts.

behold: Martin's face, sideways, on the floor. red-cheeked, bleary and slow-blinking.

cue nasally, confused sound:] Mruh–?

[a long stretch of just staring, squinting periodically. he is...sure these are words he can read on this screen. hang on. just...a second...........


nah. nah, he's just gonna...gonna let the screen drop flat and display the table again, rattling a little with the careless move, while he mumbles something unintelligible, topped off with some kind of whiny noise.]

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[voice]

[falsehoods]

In the future you may wish to end your evenings a bit earlier, aye?

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[theguideless]

Hruh...?

[voice]

[falsehoods]

I am saying that whether your affliction is one brought on by the body or one brought on by...ah..."spirits", you should rest yourself.

[theguideless]

Spirits? [spat, Sylvester the cat-style.] What'sthat gottadowithiss?

[falsehoods]

[A mischievous pause. He'd meant alcohol, of course, but, well...]

Where I hail from, sickness is often the result of sinister magic.

You have not angered any demons of late, I trust?

[theguideless]

No... [pfft. huff.] Stuff like that doesn't work like that anymore...

[falsehoods]

Are you entirely certain of that?

[theguideless]

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NOTE OF DOUBT:] Yyyyes...?