A Very Short SOS: text; 5/22

[notglitching]

Data request. Repair: mental functions (users).

[Is somebody taking the time to be comprehensible? Not today! A second later, one word appends itself to the end of the mass text.]

Urgent.

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[bloodbinds]

Repair mental functions? Whose?

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[notglitching]

ID: Agent_Washington.

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[bloodbinds]

What's happened? What's going on with them?

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[hatesimprovising]

[ In answer to the questions, Rinzler turns the camera on and points it at the nearby heap of a person.

Wash is slouched, propped up against a wall, head leaning back against it but lolling to one side. His eyes are open but have a glazed look to them as they stare off at some unknown point in the distance. He's alive, the movement of his chestpiece as he breathes is proof enough of that, but he's pretty clearly Not Okay.

His helmet the only piece of his armour suit missing, his mouth can be seen moving every now and then, mumbling things softly with no real context. The words can only be picked up if one listens quietly. ]

Dead... My fault. All of them...

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[notglitching]

[The camera shuts off, though not quite without registering the furious rattling of Rinzler's sound in the background.]

Source: unknown.

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[bloodbinds]

Are you able to get him to the medbay? I'm staff there; I can help a little bit.

[ But Wash is far gone enough that she isn't certain what she can do without pushing a boundary she hasn't wanted to cross. She could use Dominate to snap him back to some semblance of reality...but she's never used that power like this before, and she's afraid of making it worse.

If nothing else, she can use it to calm him and let the doctor do the rest. ]

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[notglitching]

In transit.

[Rinzler doesn't bother querying further over text, but that can help has his attention. Namely in that it's more than anyone's promised yet.

He'll hold her to that.]