PUBLIC CHANNEL -- DAY 138

[dorkypantsuit]

[He feels like shit, but he is still a supervisor...]

Mandatory check-in.

Name, department, and health status.

Comments

[flashover]

Ugggghhhh.

Okumura Rin. Kitchen. ... Alive, probably?

[dorkypantsuit]

You're not sure?

[puddingemote]

Tamaki, performance... more alive than a few hours ago.

[It's an improvement over "dead."]

[dorkypantsuit]

I'm going to assume that means you're fine.

[anti_nonsense]

Rita Mordio. Engineering. I'm fine.

[dorkypantsuit]

Details, not just fine.

[dontpokethat]

Ginko, labor. I'm alright.

[As much as he was last time they saw each other, anyway.]

[dorkypantsuit]

[Right. Ginko.]


Define alright.

[pullingamiko]

Miko! Uuh... labor. I'm good.

[dorkypantsuit]

Good. I'm glad to hear it.

[spaghettimonster]

Papyrus, Janitor -- Labor? I'm fine.

[He means physical health right]

[dorkypantsuit]

Seems like everyone's 'fine.'

[destiny_key]

Sora, um... whatever patch is under. I'm okay.

[He doesn't really sound okay.]

[dorkypantsuit]

You sure about that?

[osteothropy]

How about your health status, wise guy? You were unconscious five minutes ago.

[dorkypantsuit]

[Sans...]

I feel like shit.

But that's nothing new, considering.

[espigeon]

[The Carnival stuff seems kinda like it happened a long, long time ago.]

...shit I can't remember my job, in my defense I was only doing it for a couple days clothes and makeup there we go, I just had to start talking about it. Ugh.

[dorkypantsuit]

Does that mean you are injured then?

[tacosgay]

Taako, kitchen, and I've been better, I'll be real with you.

[dorkypantsuit]

I think we've all been better.

[periphrasing]

[Peridot is lying on the ground in an incredible amount of pain. She manages to feel out the button on her radio and taps it like, twice, but only sends through the sounds of static and fails completely to identify herself. Helpful.]

[dorkypantsuit]

Uh... Do you need help?

[diamondsare]

Blue, Administration, and functional aside from my feet.

[dorkypantsuit]

Your feet?

[steadydollypegs]

Doll, ah-- [What does she even do here? Where is here? She's overwhelmed.] --I do the high wire...?

[She's forgotten about the third part of this request already.]

[dorkypantsuit]

Performance... That's your department.

Are you alright?

[atouts]

[ If only for the sake of making sure his memory is right here— ]

Childermass, performance, and I believe the bleeding stopped back in Portland...

[ At least he's conscious? Sounds like shit, sure, but definitely conscious. ]

[dorkypantsuit]

Ah, shit, you lost a ton of blood.

Do you need assistance?

[control_freak]

Foster. Labour.

[Psi gets (most of) two out of three before Foster stops speaking and in fact lets go of the 'TALK' button. The silence lasts for a while. Long enough that it's very easy to assume that he's just not going to finish.

But he does. After a lengthy delay, he adds one more word.]

...

Alive.

[dorkypantsuit]

...I meant what I said before.

[fortuneglass]

[Wellll this isn't how she pictured it coming forward but...]

....Carly Nagisa.

...Wardrobe Supervisor. ...I'm fine.

[Her arms are sort of shredded, actually. But she'll live.]

[dorkypantsuit]

Carly.

[pipers_son]

Cheers, Psi.

[Joker, that's not what he asked-]

[dorkypantsuit]

[Joker. Heh...]

Did it hurt?

[wild_magic]

But how can you make it a mandatory check-in? 'Cause if someone doesn't answer, you don't know where they are or if they're even here!

[Someone sounds just as chipper and happy as usual. Possibly even more so.]

[dorkypantsuit]

It's only mandatory because if you don't do it I'll kick your ass.