The Outsider ~ Video

[whalegod]

[The feed flickers on to... hey! A new face on the network! It's obvious from the scenery behind the newcomer that he's by the fountain in the middle of town. It's also obvious that he's fairly confused and most likely turned on the video by accident and is still trying to digest the short spiel that his talking watch just gave him. His face ducks down on the video slightly, black eyes narrowing, as he inspects the thing on his wrist. Abruptly, the screen shakes as he pushes it with a finger, trying to test whether it will say anything else.

The camera shakes and pitches as he gets to his feet and brushes himself off and then the feed cuts.]

Comments

[onteamdyson]

You look a little lost. Actually, you look a lot lost. I can help you out if you promise not to get up in my personal space.

[She's learned her lesson! Mostly.]

[whalegod]

[He looks blankly surprised that noise has once again come from the thing on his wrist... once again without him really knowing why it did.]

Your personal space? [He echoes her, but doesn't really seem to understand what she's trying to tell him not to do. He also doesn't want to admit that he's completely confused by just about everything going on right now.]

Where... [Honestly, there's so many questions he can't even decide on the one to ask first.] Who are you? And how... [He touches the device on his wrist.] Are you another recording? [At least he knows what those are, though he's only ever seen voice recordings, but it isn't too much of a stretch to assume that humans found some clever little way of recording images as well as sound.]

[onteamdyson]

Yeah. Personal space. All up in my grill, intruding on my bubble of ... space.

[Okay, she is so not helping. Poor guy has a severe case of whatthefuckitis and she's making it worse. Deep breath. Sloooowly.]

I'm Kenzi. Not a recording. This is totally live, honey, and no, it's not my fault. Please don't start blaming me for bringing you here just because I was nice enough to be the first sucker to help you out. We're all stuck here and this shit is messed up. I don't even know where to start anymore...

You got a name?

[whalegod]

[Grills and bubbles... it didn't help as far as an explanation of what she'd been talking about went, but he didn't really let it show in his expression.

He quietly absorbed the other information she gave him, though there was no way he could really grasp just how stuck they were.]

No one knows who summoned us here? [Maybe an odd choice of words, but the only time he ever got stuck anywhere was when someone summoned him somewhere and got him stuck.]

The person who spoke before... [The camera shakes as he motions toward his bracelet, referring to the little 'welcome' message that it spouted out to all of them]... are they also stuck here?

My name? I'm called The Outsider, Kenzi.

[onteamdyson]

[Summoned? Hmmm.]

Not yet. We're workin' on it. And... we don't know that, either.

[What-- ... Because THAT'S not ominous as all fuck.]

Ooookay. The Outsider. Nice to meet you!? There's some empty houses around that you can crash in. Food, warm bed, clothes, everything you need except the good kind of technology. Also, there are cameras.

Everywhere.

[whalegod]

[Crash? Why would he want to crash into a house?] There are good and bad technology? [He seems genuinely curious about this, even tilting his head slightly to watch her.]

What is camera? [Some kind of crazy creature??]

[onteamdyson]

........................................ ARE YOU FROM THE PAST?!

[Because the only other excuse for these kinds of questions is living under a freakin' rock. Excuse Kenzi while she just ... stares.]

[whalegod]

[She gets the tiniest eyebrow raise of slight amusement.]

The past relative to whom? Is it unusual to not know what camera is?

[theshield_agent]

Sir? Are you...? [Not the weirdest thing he's seen, but what is going on with this guy's eyes?]

[whalegod]

[Another voice coming through the thing on his wrist, based on what Kenzi has told him this must be another real person who is stuck here somewhere.]

Am I what?

[theshield_agent]

Alright, I guess. Are you alright? I don't think we've met. I'm Phil Coulson.

[whalegod]

I've only just been summoned here it would seem, and I'm sure I've never met you before being brought to this place. [He states blankly.] I am... not pleased to have been dragged here unwillingly, but physically I am well.

I am The Outsider.

[theshield_agent]

None of us are thrilled to be here, but so far we haven't found a way out. I'd recommend claiming an empty house and making sure you've got everything you need there for the short-term, at least.

[whalegod]

Miss Kenzi has offered to help me settle in, though it would be nice to better understand why we've been brought here and by whom. [He has to admit that he's a little bit jealous of whoever had the power to set this all up, if he could do this he'd be doing the exact same thing. It was wonderfully intriguing.]

[theshield_agent]

Kenz is great. [He smiles.] And if you figure any of that out, you be sure to share with the class, okay?

Do you mind if I ask... you're not human, are you?

[whalegod]

My, aren't you forward? Coulson, wasn't it? Do I not appear human to you? I'm really not sure whether to take that as a compliment... or an insult.

[porcelainpride]

[Kurt is a man on a mission. With muffins. But he'll pause and offer a bit of a smile for the newcomer.] Hello. Just arrived?

[whalegod]

I guess, I have.... is this a normal occurrence here?

[porcelainpride]

That's how just about everyone here got here. [Offers a basket.] Muffin?

[whalegod]

[He blinks at the extended basket of muffins, face blank. He's really not sure what to do.] I'm not very hungry. [He says, almost apologetically.]

You are also not from here?

[porcelainpride]

[Kurt seems undeterred, lowering the basket and shaking his head.] Ohio. I got here a couple weeks ago.

[whalegod]

Ohio. [By the way he repeats it lets the word roll around in his mouth it's obvious he's never heard of it.] And you are? [He looks over Kurt with great curiosity.]

[porcelainpride]

[Two weeks ago that would've baffled Kurt, but now...] I'm Kurt. Pleased to meet you.

[saltline]

[ Black eyes...is something he knows fairly well. ]

New to town, buddy?

[whalegod]

I suppose, I am.