9/27; general eye trauma warning

[eyestitch]

Nui Harime shared a video. 9/27

[It's definitely a video, but the camera appears to be filming...nothing? At best, it's pointed at a table, so most of the lens is obscured in darkness. Every so often in moves, revealing a small sliver of light and what appears to be some kind of spilled glass and drink is strewn across the floor.

Nui's voice, however, is clearly audible. No picture is needed for that. Also she is screeching, with increasing volume and emotion by the second.]

I'm blind I'm blind I'm blind I'm bliind I'm bliiiiIIIIIND I'm blind I'm blind I'M BLIND I'M BLIND I'M BLIND I'M BLIND IIII'M BLIND I'M BLIND I'M BLIND I'MBLINDI'MBLINDI'MBLIND IMBLINDIMBLINDIMBLINDIMBLIND IMBLINDIMBLINDIMBLINDIMBLINDIMBLIND!

[Heavy breathing for a few seconds.]

YOU BASTARDS I'LL RIP YOUR FERMENTED GUTS OUT UNTIL YOU DIE! FUUUUCK YOU, I'M BLIND I'M BLIND I'M BLIND I'M BLIND I'M BLIND I'MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM BLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIND--

Comments

[eyestitch]

Don't tell me what to do! [Imagine about seventeen more exclamation points on this end of this. That's the level of volume and shrillness coming out here.

The video wobbles a little bit, then finally the camera turns around to focus on Nui's face. Her hand is clasped over her left eye so that entire side of her face is covered.]

How's that supposed to help?

[doublesmall]

[jesus. hang on he's gotta turn down the volume a bit here-]

With the situation? It's not. Nothing I can do about that part for you.

[he doesn't know shit about eyes, these are the services he can provide...

-well, this and alcohol.]

I'm just saying, sounds like you could use something to beat the hell out of right now-- assuming you don't need to call 911 instead of coming to the app, anyway, I'm just giving you the benefit of the doubt on that one.

['retrospec bullshit' seems to be a pretty safe assumption, the way things have been going here.]

[eyestitch]

I would call 911 if I needed 911 because I'm not FUCKING STUPID![Exclamation points. The defensiveness is apparently warranted though, given how many completely reasonable people are now threatening to go ahead and call the doctor because they don't have any way to know she's freaking out about Retrospec. But what is she gonna do, call the cops on Dr. Mahoney?

Nui lets out a frustrated, agonized shriek, probably tearing at one of her pigtails.]

...So what exactly am I supposed to hit?

[doublesmall]

Look, I said I was assuming you're good on that front, I know you're not stupid.

But if you need to hit something right the fuck now, probably a pillow or something? Usually I just find the closest gym or get somebody to fight me.

--so I guess I'm also an option, if you feel like going that route.

[he's pretty sure he could take it?? this is fine...]

[eyestitch]

[She's distracted, if only for a second. Nui laughs a little nervously, but the sound is a little unhinged.]

This is like the third time you've said something about me hitting you or stepping on you this month.

Something you want to share with the class, buddy? [She laughs again, desperate, scared.]