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savetheearth2013-08-04 03:24 pm
struckout) wrote in savetheearth2013-08-04 03:24 pm
Entry tags:
- !open,
- #network,
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[bathroom mirror "video"]
[ There's a first time for everything.
In this case, that ever-paranoid woman who's been hanging around but staunchly avoidant of actually showing what she looks like or giving a name? Well, here she is. For once.
Problem is, she looks, well, exhausted- circles under her pale eyes, most of her unnaturally-colored hair hastily tied back, clothing consisting of shorts, a tank top, and despite the heat, both gloves and a partially-zipped, light red jacket. The uneven cadence of her breathing suggests she probably failed at staying away from the water supply (again), and it's only now wearing off. Needless to say, she also seems... unhappy.
The source of her current network connection appears to be a hotel bathroom, and judging from the dry-erase marker in one hand, she's been experimenting with the mirror's network access. In the middle of attempting to get stuff from earlier dates to appear, at first it almost seems like she doesn't realize she can be seen at all. At least until: ]
My house caught on fire. My phone's dead. Computer's probably dead, too. No time to take it to a shop.
[ An obvious sense of agitation radiates off of her as she caps her pen, frowning and voice tense as she speaks. ]
At first I thought... well, you know. But then after the fire department got everything under control, it started again. Turns out... these things are responsible.
[ She reaches into the sink, pulling out something that initially looks just like a mildly-damaged disposable lighter. At second glance, however, the thing has legs, and struggles weakly against the grip of her fingers, clicking in protest. She stares at it herself a moment, but then takes a deep breath. ]
... If they're trying to target us, they're doing a lousy job. This, the water, all of it. It's too... random.
In this case, that ever-paranoid woman who's been hanging around but staunchly avoidant of actually showing what she looks like or giving a name? Well, here she is. For once.
Problem is, she looks, well, exhausted- circles under her pale eyes, most of her unnaturally-colored hair hastily tied back, clothing consisting of shorts, a tank top, and despite the heat, both gloves and a partially-zipped, light red jacket. The uneven cadence of her breathing suggests she probably failed at staying away from the water supply (again), and it's only now wearing off. Needless to say, she also seems... unhappy.
The source of her current network connection appears to be a hotel bathroom, and judging from the dry-erase marker in one hand, she's been experimenting with the mirror's network access. In the middle of attempting to get stuff from earlier dates to appear, at first it almost seems like she doesn't realize she can be seen at all. At least until: ]
My house caught on fire. My phone's dead. Computer's probably dead, too. No time to take it to a shop.
[ An obvious sense of agitation radiates off of her as she caps her pen, frowning and voice tense as she speaks. ]
At first I thought... well, you know. But then after the fire department got everything under control, it started again. Turns out... these things are responsible.
[ She reaches into the sink, pulling out something that initially looks just like a mildly-damaged disposable lighter. At second glance, however, the thing has legs, and struggles weakly against the grip of her fingers, clicking in protest. She stares at it herself a moment, but then takes a deep breath. ]
... If they're trying to target us, they're doing a lousy job. This, the water, all of it. It's too... random.
video;
[ Is there any other reaction to that, really? ]
The water actually seems like a better targeting job than this. You've got a better chance of hitting someone by poisoning an entire water supply - although honestly I don't see the point in the water thing, since giggling doesn't seem deadly.
I guess unless you use it to mark down probable suspects, but maybe someone just told a really funny joke, so that's probably not the best way to go about things?
Though both ways show a huge disregard for whether or not civilians are hit, so uh, I guess they don't care about civilians? Whoever "they" are.
mirrorcast forever
After a few seconds, she leans her weight forward with her hands on the counter, tilting her head. ]
I think that these smaller things- these and the 'grues' and whatever else... I think they're attracted to us.
[ But theeeennnn... yeah. Why don't they have anyone following behind them to come pounding on the door, right? What's with the poisoned water that's apparently influencing the entirety of Locke City? ]
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[ She briefly gestures towards the mirror as way of indicating the network, mouth twisting slightly. Obviously she doesn't actually know what it might be, even if the evidence seems too strong to ignore in her eyes. ]
THAT GAG TAG MADE ME LAUGH.
couldn't resist.....
[ She frowns a little further, frustratedly annoyed. ]
This isn't the first time I've been attacked, though... in favor of other targets.
i did not even mind
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[ Uh, even though pretty much all of the parts are pretty damn confusing... ]
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[ She shakes her head to herself. Really, aside from them in fact knowing about the network, otherwise it's all speculation at this point. ]
We've been told before as well- that we should just stay out of the way.
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[ With that her tone turns a little more biting, frustration steadily creeping in more and more. Think-tanking isn't really her area of expertise, that much is certain. ]
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Well, take care, at any rate?
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Yeah. Thanks.