outer_divide | Act I ~ [Video]

[The phone turns on and while the video is shaky, it's still clear. A woman as pale as a ghost, white hair, and dulled gray eyes comes into view. She's visibly exhausted and while the camera doesn't show much, it's clear she's not dressed yet, though she does have her coat laying on her. As there is a public function on the phone, it wasn't hard for Genesis to figure out some sort of network is on here, despite the lack of ShinRa logo]

I've been around Gaia all my life and never has this sort of thing appeared on the Planet. [Her voice is soft, tired, and lightly accented, similar to a trans-Atlantic dialect but it isn't heavy.] If... anyone is out there. Please respond.

My name is Genesis Rhapsodos, former SOLDIER, First Class. I can assure you that my.. condition that you see is not contagious. I need medical attention, however. My... my only hope was on Gaia and as I don't sense the Lifestream... I fear I won't be able to get it in the way I had planned.

[She pauses, hands lowering to her lap as she looks around. She adjusts her coat around her chest, her voice lowers but is visibly distressed.]

Angeal? Lazard? Are you there? [She closes her eyes.] Sephiroth? Zack?

Please. Respond.

[OOC: If anyone decides to use Action, it must take place after Sephiroth heals her otherwise things would just get confusing, haha c: Also, she looks like this at the moment.]

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[Well, that isn't very polite. Though Lyall is unsure just what about her appearance, besides being very pale and apparently unhappy, suggests eminent death. Still, he rolls with it. Perhaps fear from the pods is making things worse for her, as well.]

I can bring a doctor to come tend to you. I am currently in the local hospital, so it should not take very long.

A doctor won't help.

[She shakes her head. A hospital would only give her possible comfort until she dies and that's not what she wants.]

I've had enough of doctors and scientists acting like they can find a way when they don't know what to do.

[Giving her-- or the camera, technically, but it's aimed at her-- a sympathetic look, Lyall says,]

Wherever you are from, ma'am, I assure you that the doctors here are not the same as the doctors where you are from, and they are possibly more advanced. You are a very long way from home, I'm afraid.

As long as they don't double as scientists then perhaps I'll allow it.

[She technically can't be choosy but given what she experienced before. She doesn't know if allowing even this bit will end her life or save it.]

I don't care how far away from home I am, doctors are doctors.

You might be surprised. Let me track down Doctor McCoy or Doctor Mordin. Stay where you are, and I'll see how quickly we can get to you.

[And, though he takes his miniature aethographer with him in case she has more to say, he closes down the connection for now, heading out of his office to track down one of those worthies.]