Ned & Meyer § Video 04 § Day 114

[nedofpies]

[ The video, when it flickers on, shows Ned, a pencil tucked behind his ear and a faint bruise on his jaw, care of the earthquake a few days ago. Which is, as a matter of fact, the subject of the message. He dives right in, speaking at a rapid clip: ]

I can't be the only one who thinks there was something fishy about that earthquake. Fishier than the usual amount of fishy in this place, I mean. I'm not exactly new to the whole weird-things-happen-here phenomenon, but this isn't the first time there's been an earthquake. I feel like, normally, when things go sideways here they do it in a new and interesting way. The fact that this has happened more than once seems significant. We've been... trying to guess what's behind all of it, but we're kind of coming up short on the ideas front. So, uh-

[ Ned hesitates, glances at someone near him, and then turns the camera towards the other half of the 'we' in question. Meyer sits near him, busily scribbling something into his small notebook, which looks to be running out of pages quickly. He looks up when Ned turns the camera to him, and offers that slightly too-toothy smile, brushing his hair back from his forehead. ]

Like everything else that goes on around here, different people witness different things. For our parts, we only saw a small amount of what happened during the earthquake. We need more information.

[ He gestures to the papers strewn in front of them. ]

I don't doubt that our captors're somehow... involved in this. It doesn't seem like a coincidence that we've had other earthquakes. So if any of you saw anything out of the ordinary -- more out of the ordinary than usual for this place, I mean -- it'd be appreciated if you could tell us. Maybe we can get to the bottom of at least some of this.

(OOC: Since this is a joint post, either Meyer or Ned will respond - if you have a urgent preference just let us know!)

Comments

[greatatboats]

I don't know. I didn't feel drugged when it happened. I was just asleep. When I came back though I felt drugged. Really groggy. I could barely stand. I was so busted up and out of it. I don't know how long I walked through the forest. Ned and one of our previous housemates had to come and get me. I couldn't walk anymore on my own. Ned had to damn near carry me back.

[recognize_an_opportunity]

Ned's done his fair share of carrying people around here, it seems like.

[Including him, but, well... that's a discussion for another time.]

And let me guess, you don't remember any of what happened once they took you?

[greatatboats]

He's like a big supportive tree branch that guy. He could probably scoop me up and carry me like a baby if I let him. Don't think I'll be doing that. It's a little weird.

[ They'll form a club where Ned spends the majority of his time carrying everyone to safety. ]

I remember bits and pieces. It's all very hazy. It's hard to remember. Everytime I think I get close--it all fades away.

[recognize_an_opportunity]

That's what I figured. Everyone I know says something similar, which is why I keep thinking they must've drugged the people they took.

[He sighs.]

It concerns me, imagining what their experiments might entail.