First Injection. [audio/video/action for new bark town.]

[bluedespitebeing]

[For a few seconds, the audio feed only gives off static. Crackles of life soon follow, as well as cuts and bits of a woman's voice.]

--ou broke i-- --y? I told y-- --ot-- --row it.

[Yep, barely out of the box and it seems that this newcomer has already trashed her gear pretty well. There's a static-filled sigh, though she doesn't seem particularly upset with whoever she's speaking to.]

Wonder if it st-- --ks. --at's-- --light? Hello? If anyo-- --ear m--

--isa. Lisa G-- --nd. Where a-- --le-- --Hill?

[The woman falls silent for a few moments. Apparently, she had been figuring out the buttons, as the audio feed switches to a weak video. It shows a wide-eyed blonde. Maybe it's the flickering screen or the slightly-distorted picture, but it almost looks like there's...blood on her clothes--a nurse uniform.]

Is-- --van? I tho-- --s dead...

[And the feed ends there. Sorry, but any replies from Lisa will be pretty choppy for a while, it seems!]

[ooc: Getting this in before tomorrow's teeth-pulling. Tags might be slow over the weekend, but I will do my best!]

Comments

[foolishwren]

_{[... O-oh. Awkward...]}

He-- ... yeah. Yeah, he found her.

<sub>[It's not a lie... not even a little. She IS Cheryl... she has the memories. The experiences. And yet... Cheryl as Harry had known her was gone. To forge that little piece of soul back into the whole, that individual piece had been lost.]

[Even he had admitted that naming the baby Cheryl as if she was the same person, shrunk back down, was a mistake.]</sub>

He found her okay.

[bluedespitebeing]

[Luckily, Lisa doesn't press for more information. Instead, a tiny smile twitches into place and she seems fairly content.]

...Good. I-- --lad, then.

[foolishwren]

... Yeah. Me too.