UN: Iveheardthetinderjoke An unintentional but Sphere intentional broadcast)

[spherenpc]

[This is clearly someone's unintended video post. There's a grimy hand picking up a bottle of nearly finished scotch, and pouring it into a dirty glass. The glass rises, and is damned nearly drained before it's set back on the desk. Around the man, there are several empty bottles as well. Looking around, there's also food waste and it's fresh. Whatever it is, these have definitely been here for a few days. Maybe even a week really even if the amount of the plates don't give that away. It's not as if Max really has any reason to like actually fucking eat.

When he becomes away of the fact that he's broadcasting the perspective shifts, and Max looks like he's not slept or showered in weeks. His eyes are overly intense, bordering on being even worse than they were when he told people not to listen to Annie. As his words slur, it's a combination of both the alcohol and his anger.]

Fuck this fucking piece of shit place.

[Ladies and gentlemen, this is your head of the council, back for a week without posting about it or being seen.]

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Video | UN: Maresh

[unbreakable_king]

Indeed it is.

[Rhy is not amused.]

Shall I come over and clean up?

[spherenpc]

Only if you want to. Seems a bit beneath you.

[unbreakable_king]

Yes. I'd say this display is beneath you as well, but I know that none of this can be easy on you. The grief is sensible.

[spherenpc]

Yeah. I guess it ain’t but I also do not give a fuck. At all.

[Obviously.]

[unbreakable_king]

Clearly, my friend. However, I am here to support and help you anyway. Consider it my duty.

Audio - UN: detwatts

[gadaboutdetective]

[A week... A whole week??? Max, he’s been trying very hard to find everyone, and had only been trying harder since Jon got back! Llewellyn is not happy with this discovery, though he’s also vaguely cautious about approaching the subject.

Because Max is clearly not doing well and he heard what the man was like before he was spirited away by the sphere.]

Max, you’re um... back. I’m glad. Everyone’s been quite worried.

[The question is, is he sober enough to discuss what happened.]

[spherenpc]

Yeah.

[It's a sharp and barked word.]

I'm sure they've given a fuck.

[gadaboutdetective]

I can’t speak for everyone, as I don’t know everyone. I can however say that there are definitely those who did.

[In their own way, right?]

Like Rhy was worried enough to hire me to find you all.

[Which he’s sure Max will call out, because yeah, that was a futile search on his part. He only hoped the knowledge that some people wanted him found might make the whole questions part easier. He doubted it, but he was still trying.]

[spherenpc]

Yeah did a damn fine job of it considering I’ve been here in my office the whole time.

[Most of it passed out below the desk, honestly. He doesn't blame Watts for not seeing him.]

[gadaboutdetective]

[Sometimes Max reminds him of some of the more difficult people in his life, and the Detective is very glad he went with audio because his expression is very telling at the moment. All brows and skepticism.]

Well, uh— I did start with frequent places you and the others would be when you all disappeared. I even checked back after Jon reappeared, and I saw no sign of you. But you’re right, in the end I failed the task given to me.

[Passed out under the desk is a good way to avoid being found though, which admittedly he wouldn’t be surprised to learn considering the collection of alcohol bottles scattered around.]

That said... I hate to ask this, but there are still others missing. Jon has no memory of where she’d been the whole time, and she said she can’t feel Laurie anymore... Do you remember anything prior to your return?

[spherenpc]

What I remember ain’t any of your fucking business.

[gadaboutdetective]

[Llewellyn takes a deep breath, he figured that’d be the answer.]

Perhaps not, but if there is anything you’d care to share, I would appreciate it. Jon is worried, and rightfully so.

[Everyone is. Though he doubted Max cared about that, all things considered.]

... Even if you just reach out to her with anything that might help her? If you don’t want to talk, I won’t hound you further.

[He can’t make anyone talk, after all. Nor would he only ask questions until Max hung up on him. That would only be counterproductive at this point. If anything, maybe Jon would let him know if anything important came up. She was, at least, slightly more agreeable than Max.]

[spherenpc]

Laurie will tell her when she gets back.

[gadaboutdetective]

Doesn’t really help her now... [He sighed, at least there was that... Max and Jon were both back, it made sense that Laurie would be too with a little more time.] But if you think that she will be, I can at least tell Jon that much myself.

If you decide there are things you want to share, you know how to get a hold of me. I’ll let you get back to uh— it.

[‘It’ being drinking.]

[spherenpc]

Oh, no, the Sphere isn't sending us home. Or killing us. It'd be far too fucking easy. We're fucking even more stuck here than you are. So all of you can just wander off to your happy fucking little lives, because we are fucking stuck.

[Max just throws a bottle of bourbon against the wall.]

[gadaboutdetective]

[That was... an unexpected reaction considering Llewellyn hadn’t even mentioned ‘going home,’ he had been talking about Laurie coming back from wherever the sphere had her.

Also, he couldn’t help but bristle inwardly. Max didn’t know what kind of life he led back in Toronto, and it was not (nor could he truly say it ever had been) what one would describe as ‘happy.’ His tone is rather shorter, with a barely contained emotion. He’s trying to be a professional here...

So much for not bothering Max further. ]

I don’t know what you mean by that, Max. It’s supposed to send everyone home eventually, why not you all?

[spherenpc]

Because it can’t! We’re stuck here! Not you. You get to go home whenever it gets shit fixed. But us? Me, Jon and Laurie? This is it for us now. It can’t send us home. Our worlds don’t exist.

[gadaboutdetective]

[Oh... It still sounds a bit off, considering it brought them here from somewhere... It couldn’t just drop them back from the point they’d come? Not that... he could imagine why they’d wont to, if their worlds weren’t going to exist beyond then.

Hellfire, this was complicated.]

I hadn’t known that... I’m sorry, Max.

[spherenpc]

Yeah. Me too.

[gadaboutdetective]

[He cleared his throat a little, this was a problem to think about... Something to approach the three about another day when things had cooled a bit.]

I um... I won’t bother you to talk about things further... but if you find yourself wanting someone to talk to, not for the purpose of uh— [A vague pause, he probably gestured awkwardly to suggest all the heck of the investigation and his nosiness,] My door is open.

[spherenpc]

I don’t need to talk. I just need to drink more. If I die enough I won’t remember and then I won’t give a fuck.

[gadaboutdetective]

Mm... Very well, but as someone who uh— actually attempted that route already... [And he hates to admit that,] It doesn’t work like that, Max. So I would caution you against it, and my offer still stands if you change your mind.

[spherenpc]

It does here. You die enough you lose shit. I’ve died six times now.

[gadaboutdetective]

[Llewellyn might be a little too quiet there. He did not know that. Although that also might be something that he would have been better off not knowing in the long run.

He’ll look into that fact another time though, right now there’s this whole mess. He knows people care about Max.]

Mm... Even so, that doesn’t change my suggestion or offer. There are people who would want you to reach out to them.

[spherenpc]

Yeah well, some folks just can’t be help and should be left alone.

[And Max disconnects because fuck this conversation.]

voice; un: TheStrandInstitute

[nobasisinfact]

What do you need?

[No questions other than that.]

[spherenpc]

A good way to get the fuck out of here.

[nobasisinfact]

Something I can do.

[spherenpc]

There ain’t nothing anyone can do.

Voice; un-Angel

[unknownmoirai]

Max! You're back. Thank goodness. I've been so worried.

Are you alright? Do you need healing? I can come to you.

[spherenpc]

No. I don't need anything but a way out of here.

[Nope, not even Inesa can get through to her at this point.]

[unknownmoirai]

I cannot help you I'm afraid but if there is something I can do... I would like too.

[A beat.]

Please call on me Max.

[spherenpc]

Sure will.

[He won’t ]

[unknownmoirai]

Okay.

[She is far too trusting.]

video;

[badimpression]

Jesus. I can smell you from here. Want me to come over and hose you down?

[spherenpc]

Oh. Look it's the smartest. Go deal with your own bullshit, kid.

video;

[harrythelizard]

[Harry's suspicious. He's been suspicious ever since the people they'd helped to feed and cloth came up completely unreal.

See that grin? That's the grin of the non-believer.]

Always a charmer.

Re: video;

[spherenpc]

Oh good. You’re still here. I thought maybe you’d gone home.

Re: video;

[harrythelizard]

Aww, are you saying you'd miss me? How could I do that to you?

[spherenpc]

I'm saying that this piece of shit place just never changes. Not really.

[harrythelizard]

You know, Max, speaking of changing...would you be willing to submit yourself to a little test?