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cape_kore2013-09-21 08:40 pm
zen_navigator) wrote in cape_kore2013-09-21 08:40 pm
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003 | Dirk Gently | Day 113
[Dirk flickers into view with what looks like plaster in his hair. He doesn't look especially happy.]
I have been here for over a month. I'm aware that many of you have been here for longer stretches of time. This does not change the fact that things don't exactly seem to be improving. Since I arrived, I've had a piece of mysterious technology strapped to my wrist, been surveilled, starved, had my mind invaded on who knows how many levels, and predicted something I could not stop like some sort of botched Greek allegory for human inefficiency.
[He growls, and the scenery behind him shifts, as if he's pacing back and forth in his bedroom. He's gesticulating wildly with his free hand, and barely containing the other from doing the same.]
There is nothing to do here except talk about how there is nothing to do here. I have made a map of locations of surveillance cameras which is completely useless, my cheese is entirely gone, and there's an entirely unnatural skylight growing in the ceiling of my bedroom!
[He ruffles a hand through his hair, dislodging a small cloud of plaster, and sighs.]
If anyone can help with the increasingly unsound state of my roof, please do let me know.
[video out]
I have been here for over a month. I'm aware that many of you have been here for longer stretches of time. This does not change the fact that things don't exactly seem to be improving. Since I arrived, I've had a piece of mysterious technology strapped to my wrist, been surveilled, starved, had my mind invaded on who knows how many levels, and predicted something I could not stop like some sort of botched Greek allegory for human inefficiency.
[He growls, and the scenery behind him shifts, as if he's pacing back and forth in his bedroom. He's gesticulating wildly with his free hand, and barely containing the other from doing the same.]
There is nothing to do here except talk about how there is nothing to do here. I have made a map of locations of surveillance cameras which is completely useless, my cheese is entirely gone, and there's an entirely unnatural skylight growing in the ceiling of my bedroom!
[He ruffles a hand through his hair, dislodging a small cloud of plaster, and sighs.]
If anyone can help with the increasingly unsound state of my roof, please do let me know.
[video out]