cape_kore | 001 Video | Day 45

[Static flickers, the image of what looks perhaps altogether too much like another corpse visible between the stuttering lines of interference. This corpse, however, is not a familiar one. The view is pointed upward, showing the body to be that of a man, leaning against a tree near the edge of the forest, dressed in slightly ratty, Victorian-esque clothing and spattered with blood, oil, grease, and gods know what else. Though the picture sometimes cuts back and forth to black and white, there's enough time with color to show that his skin is tinged an unhealthy shade of yellow which has gone a little green in places, including along the edges of the dark circles that mark his slightly sunken eye sockets and around the bruises visible through the scruff and stubble along his jaw. Creamy, off-white lines and crusted smudges mark various wounds, all of which appear to be in some stage of healing, including the most prominent of them, a thin line that spans the base of his throat, just above his collarbone. It's obviously fairly fresh, even though it's already closed over, as it's one of the injuries that looks somewhat raw at the edges.

Now, squint and you might almost be able to tell that-- oh, yes-- yes, he's breathing, before the video is consumed by static and the audio picks up a thick, British accent draped over a raw-throated voice.]

Hn? Well, this is-- interesting.

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A place called Cape Kore, I think. I have no idea where that's located. I also don't know much past we've been kidnapped. There's no safe way out. [The sea doesn't count because that's water and Charlie doesn't do water or oceans or swimming.]

Past that, I'm afraid that's all I can tell you.

[Really, she's just stuck on the fact that she's once again at the mercy of douche bag scientists.]

Did you hear anything about a house for you to stay in, yet?

Cape Kore. [The repetition has the sound of something that doesn't set right on the tongue, like it tastes foul. And he's only been here for a matter of minutes! What little Charlie's been able to tell him, however, has been more than enough.] This is hardly how I was hoping to spend my afterlife, suddenly feeling quite as if I've become some unknown entity's-- pet.

["Scientists" he wouldn't understand but he's been at the mercy of "gods" who were quite painfully active in his life. Her question, though, brings up a very new topic.]

To be quite honest, I had yet to consider accommodations.

Afterlife? [That explains the injuries.] Interesting.

So, forward as this may sound, I have room in my place. For now,t here's just me. I'm in ten.

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