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forgotten_vows[The audio feed gets turned on before the video, meaning that anyone on the network will be subjected to a few moments of black accompanied by grunts and grumbles before the view switches to what looks like a vast expanse of white. A moment later, Victor pulls his head back, looking absolutely furious. As he continues to move back, it's easy to see why -- and to see why he apparently had such trouble turning his communicator on.
He's wrapped up in what is clearly a straitjacket.
Not only that, what is visible of his Astralfield hotel room has a distinctly white and padded look. Victor glares up at the ceiling, then at the chalkboard.]
THIS ISN'T FUNNY, ASTRALFIELD!!
[A beat, then some of the anger leaves his face, replaced by a sort of bone-deep weariness and sadness.]
Could -- c-could someone please come here and free me? The room number is 6988.
I was doing so well too. . .
He's wrapped up in what is clearly a straitjacket.
Not only that, what is visible of his Astralfield hotel room has a distinctly white and padded look. Victor glares up at the ceiling, then at the chalkboard.]
THIS ISN'T FUNNY, ASTRALFIELD!!
[A beat, then some of the anger leaves his face, replaced by a sort of bone-deep weariness and sadness.]
Could -- c-could someone please come here and free me? The room number is 6988.
I was doing so well too. . .
