May. 18th, 2017

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May. 18th, 2017 12:01 pm
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[ She'd kept to herself throughout most of the event, keeping her head down for the most part. But it was becoming increasingly more difficult as the days passed to stay quiet and keep her nose buried in a book. Besides, wouldn't her classmates be trying to do something?

So after a bit of going back and forth in her head, she starts typing.
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Is everyone managing to hold up okay throughout this event? It seems like it's been rough, but I think we can get through it if we all work together. I'm only familiar with some basic first aid that I picked up from a friend of mine but if anyone needs help, I can try.

Or if anyone needs to talk to someone, I can try that, too.

And hey, if you're from Hope's Peak Academy — would you mind checking in with me? Thanks.
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[The audio feed clicks on and from the noises of rummaging and throwing things going on, you'd think it was accidental, but it's not. Rocket's just... a little distracted.]

Two months?! Two years I get stuck in this hellhole, and when it finally lets me go home, all's I get is two lousy months? What the hell is that?!

[It's hard to tell if he's talking about Wonderland or something he's found in his searching.] C'mon. C'mon... Where the flark is it?

[a loud crash as Rocket upsets something, curses, and then keeps thrashing around.] I'm back, by the by. Had a real shitfuck of a day too, thanks for asking. Heard there was some weird Mirror crap going on, and I'm gonna- shit that ain't it either.

[another curse and the sound of something thunking against the wall.] I'm gonna ignore that for now, but if any Mirrors around here really wanna screw with me, it's a good way for you to see how much your freakin' Queen loves you. 'Cause I will kill you. Full stop.

[the thrashing stops and you can almost hear Rocket panting from the exertion.] Did somebody break into my room and mess with my stuff? 'Cause you're an idiot if you think I wouldn't find out. Trust me, I ain't above using my-

[a pause, a sudden intake of breath.] -nose. [the communicator is picked up and carried away, the sound of someone's tiny claws bouncing on the floor the only sound they pick up. Rocket's only holding it because he isn't sure if he's found what he needs to yet.

But he must have, because the communicator hits the floor suddenly with a thunk, and a relieved sigh can be heard.]
There it is...

[ooc: ROCKET IS BACK FROM HIS CANON UPDATE. Spoilers from GotG Vol 2 will probably live here.]

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