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wisestcamper[When the screen comes to life, it's moving rapidly, until it stops, set down on a table, with Annabeth and her couch in view. She has apparently shoved most of Aphrodite's stuff to the side so there was room for her to sit.]
[She keeps glancing at the screen but not as though she were looking at the camera, more like she is looking at something on the screen, and she keeps checking it to make sure she's getting it right. More than likely she bumped the transmit button while bringing up an image. She holds both her hands out in front of her, palms flat and pressed together on the sides like a little platform.]
Okay, I can do this. I made a whole brick wall, I can do this...
[Her voice is a whisper, mostly directed at herself, and then she closes her eyes, concentrating. Slowly the air above her palm shimmers and shifts at something begins to take shape on the palms of her hand. It's a tube, an inch or so wide and eight or nine inches thick. A red light begins to appear at the end, and a large number of small gadgets and buttons and flips and switches, small enough to manipulate without getting in the way of holding it, sprout from the sides. To people who have seen them before, it looks remarkably similar to the Doctor's 'Sonic Screwdriver.']
[After perhaps twenty seconds though, something goes wrong. The tube seems to bend and crack before folding back into its proper shape, the little light fizzles out and reforms, the dials shift and click, getting bigger and smaller. Annabeth's face scrunches up in concentration, her eyes opening now to stare at the slowly malforming shape. She's obviously concentrating very hard, and after a few seconds the shape appears to correct itself, sliding back into the stable shape it should hold.]
[Though she doesn't seem to notice, a trail of blood is suddenly running out of her left nostril, stopping just above her lip. As she stares at the shape, her eyes also appear to bloodshot out, as if some intense pressure were weighing upon them. A few seconds after that, the shape begins to malform again and she hisses in irritation, her fingers curling as if to grasp it and somehow reshape it manually, but the motion just makes it worse, and her concentration breaks with a gasp.]
[The 'finished result' clatters to the table, a curved, broken, useless tool with a slowly dying red light flickering on and off. Annabeth just sits there, her hands dropping into her lap.]
That should have...
[When she speaks, a bit of blood gets into her mouth from her nose, and she lifts a finger up, pressing into trail and holding it up in front of her face.]
Oh man...
[She stands slowly, wobbling, and takes a few steps, nearly off screen before her kneels buckle and she collapses onto the floor.]
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