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[thatlibbychick]

[Libby's comm catches a few shots of the ceiling as she clutches it in mild panic, utters a rather masculine yelp and tumbles from her infirmary bed.]

Ow! I'm really going to feel that later...

[She turns her comm towards her, to film, when she notices that it's on. Might as well, right? She just would have made an entry later. And right now...she looks like Hurley, and she's rubbing the hip she landed on. She already knows who she's become--she doesn't need a mirror, it's fairly obvious by itself. So she's smiling.]

Mozenrath? This is Libby. I need to know whether or not you've been affected, so get back to me, okay? Also: Martha, Morgan, Billy, West...if you remember anything, Ruby, Sam, Jack, Desmond--how are you guys faring?

[She prods at her stomach quickly, feeling for the area where her her abdomen should still be healing, and then turns to reassure the doctor closest to her, whoever that is.]

I'm fine, the wounds are gone! Just banged my hip.


[OOC: The Jack she's talking to is Jack Shephard, and she thinks that should be obvious. Ditto to Sam Tyler.]

Comments

[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

Do you imagine he'd ever come here?

[thatlibbychick.livejournal.com]

Not from the point in time we're at now, no. When I go back, it'll be like no time has passed there since I left, so he won't have a chance to miss me.

I wouldn't have come back otherwise.

[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

That seems awfully convenient. It makes me wonder if the Admiral is twisting your mind to think that.

[thatlibbychick.livejournal.com]

Well, the afterlife's pretty convenient.

[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

You think we're all dead?

And people say I'm crazy for thinking this is an asylum.

[thatlibbychick.livejournal.com]

No, but I'm dead, and it's my afterlife I'll be going back to.

[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

I'm not even going to start on that. Do you listen to yourself?

[thatlibbychick.livejournal.com]

I don't care if you believe me or not.