Jun. 2nd, 2017

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[ The video opens with Luke, just Luke, looking tired and worn, like he hasn’t slept for a million years. The picture is aimed slightly to his right, just so the viewer can see the wall just over his shoulder. He’s in the common room of Han’s apartment, not that that is immediately obvious, outside of the dazed and confused-looking smuggler just barely out of view. ]

Ah… so… I have a little problem right now.

[Han’s voice comes in, just out of view:] There’s no problem, I keep telling you, I’m fine. [This would be more convincing if Han’s voice wasn’t shaking a little.]

[ Luke’s gaze shifted off camera, giving him an exasperated look, before continuing: ]


My friend has a little problem; he can’t see right now and while the blindness is temporary, he’s… being himself.

[Oh wow rude. Han’s voice breaks in once more:]

It ain’t a problem! Look, my eyesight’s getting better. I can see a big light blur now. [He’s clearly bargaining, from his position on the couch covered in a warm blanket that somebody from the base very kindly gave him. It is not a strong position.

It also doesn’t help that he sounds like he spent hours out in the cold.]

[ Luke let out a stressed sounding noise, giving Han a look that practically screamed not to get off the damn couch, before he turned his focus back to the communicator. ]


...basically, I need help dealing with this.

For the last time, I’m fine! [Han again, interjecting from the couch. He sounds like he’s dying to get out of here and is willing to prove just how Totally Fine he is.] Here, see? Anyway, I’ve got something to do—ow!

[ That didn’t sound good. That sounded like Han, currently blind, bumped into something. Luke stared at him for a long moment, before he let out a suffering groan, planting a hand against his forehead. ]

I’m going to sit on him at this rate. I’ll take any suggestions anyone might have.

[ooc note: Luke, Han. both will reply.]
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they talk a lot about right and wrong. what stops you from hurting someone, what eats you up from the inside out if you do.

so what if your skin doesn't crawl when you hear someone scream in pain?

what if you feel no pain when you see someone's legs break right at the bone

what if they didn't remind you of anybody you cared about? what if the blood or whatever didn't make you think about going to hell or puking up your pancakes or crying or anything

what if you knew how not to get caught

what if it was fun

what would stop you from fucking people up


edit for ooc: Kavinsky is writing from inside a psychiatric ward and being monitored to an extent. I will be assuming that any communications marked 'private' need to be too garbled or distorted for surveillance to pick up, but everything else is fair game!

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