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[39th consult; action | voice]
May. 16th, 2010 12:12 am[action]
[Fortunately for Wilson, when the bodies killed during the course of the sheep attacks started to resuscitate, the rest were removed from the morgue and placed in normal rooms. It is, at least, slightly less troubling than waking up in the morgue.
At approximately 9 PM in the City, just a few hours shy of midnight, the flatline on his heart monitor breaks; rapid beats at first as his body starts up again, initially as if his heart were trying to catch up on all the beats it's missed for the past few days, but gradually slowing, coming to a more regular pace. As it does so, he opens his eyes and glances around the room.
Disoriented, surprised at the sound of his own pulse registering on the monitor, and slowly, carefully breathing, as if relearning the skill. Wilson isn't quite sure of what day it is or everything that's happened but he knows that he's definitely missed a chunk of time; knows the state he was in. He remembers dying -- not with perfect clarity, but with more than enough that he doesn't want to think about it.]
[It's a considerable stretch of time after he comes back before Wilson picks up his network device, mysteriously sitting there on the nightstand. It had been lost in the street, he knows, maybe destroyed... but the City is so fond of its network he can't be surprised. Besides, between himself and the device, it's really the item he's less surprised to find in such good shape. He makes the following post.]
[voice]
If anyone was concerned, I... well, I just wanted to let you know, I'm alright.
[There's a hesitation; he's physically alright. He's not about to enter into any other definition right now. A tense silence hangs - there isn't really etiquette for how exactly one should go about announcing that they're no longer dead. He's also not really in the mood to go on too long.]
...I hope everyone is.
[What else can be said? With that, he ends the post.]
[ooc: Open to action at any point; just when he wakes up, that stretch of time before he makes his post, later on, visiting him afterwards, whatever. Anything & everything is a-okay and 100% backdating friendly. Also backdated because I just got home from amazing dinner with family. nom fongoo.]
[Fortunately for Wilson, when the bodies killed during the course of the sheep attacks started to resuscitate, the rest were removed from the morgue and placed in normal rooms. It is, at least, slightly less troubling than waking up in the morgue.
At approximately 9 PM in the City, just a few hours shy of midnight, the flatline on his heart monitor breaks; rapid beats at first as his body starts up again, initially as if his heart were trying to catch up on all the beats it's missed for the past few days, but gradually slowing, coming to a more regular pace. As it does so, he opens his eyes and glances around the room.
Disoriented, surprised at the sound of his own pulse registering on the monitor, and slowly, carefully breathing, as if relearning the skill. Wilson isn't quite sure of what day it is or everything that's happened but he knows that he's definitely missed a chunk of time; knows the state he was in. He remembers dying -- not with perfect clarity, but with more than enough that he doesn't want to think about it.]
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[It's a considerable stretch of time after he comes back before Wilson picks up his network device, mysteriously sitting there on the nightstand. It had been lost in the street, he knows, maybe destroyed... but the City is so fond of its network he can't be surprised. Besides, between himself and the device, it's really the item he's less surprised to find in such good shape. He makes the following post.]
[voice]
If anyone was concerned, I... well, I just wanted to let you know, I'm alright.
[There's a hesitation; he's physically alright. He's not about to enter into any other definition right now. A tense silence hangs - there isn't really etiquette for how exactly one should go about announcing that they're no longer dead. He's also not really in the mood to go on too long.]
...I hope everyone is.
[What else can be said? With that, he ends the post.]
[ooc: Open to action at any point; just when he wakes up, that stretch of time before he makes his post, later on, visiting him afterwards, whatever. Anything & everything is a-okay and 100% backdating friendly. Also backdated because I just got home from amazing dinner with family. nom fongoo.]
