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]

[Good! Good! Then they can all suffer! Everyone can just go deaf and die!

That thought's definitely broadcasting over her head when she finally wrenches the phone back around to reveal her face, one hand clasped over the entire left side of her face.]

Who do you think? It's not like they already almost KILLED US! [She laughs, sounding a little unhinged. And beneath whatever crazy screaming is going on, there's also real panic. She's terrified.]

[twelfthspark]

[Don't take it out on us because Retrospec fucked you up. The thought flickers into view briefly, even though Arlene won't be the one to tell her to relax. If this is what it looks like, well, holy shit, she has the right to panic; it'd just be nice not to have been hit with that screaming before she had a chance to turn the volume down. Arlene scrutinizes the image, trying to figure out if she's bleeding or what, if she would likely regret seeing what Nui's hand is hiding.]

That's not what I asked but jesus, what--shouldn't you be calling 911? Like, now?

[eyestitch]

[But really, who else is there to take it out on? No one who isn't on Retrospec knows what it's like to be a target just for who you are, and the "loss of body part" club is extremely small, besides.

For a moment, fleeting, she's afraid to tell her mother, unsure which would be worse: having her panic and ask what went happened, or not noticing anything wrong at all.]

Like they're going to be much help! "Yeah, hey, sorry we can't find your eye anywhere, too bad it's all sealed up and gross already!"

[twelfthspark]

Sealed up? At least you're not, like, bleeding to death. [But if it's "gross" shouldn't it still get cleaned up or something?]

[eyestitch]

Yeah, it's healed like it's been that was for AGES! Instead of like I just woke up and BAM!

But it also looks like a total hack job! Like, what kind of surgeon fixed this? Some fucking dumbfuck, that's for sure! [She was distracted, but she's getting angry again. There's a tinkling sound as she kicks the shattered drinking glass on the ground.]