¡peligro! x 001 x audio/video

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[The audio feed is a mess of scuffling and cursing. That's the sound of the fountain, there's the sound of your broadcaster stumbling and hitting the ground (with a squeak, so enjoy that), and--ah--

[Here's the video. It's hard to see him immediately; his fingers scraping and scrambling over the screen do a pretty good job of hiding his face--and his expression, crunched tight in panic and confusion and anger--] No. No, no! get off! Fuckers, you sh-shitsucking bastards, you don't get me. You don't get me, I fucking swear, I will zap every last one of you cumstains-- [Where does it break it has to be breakable everything breaks how do you get this thing off?!

[What did you want him to notice it's on? Maybe later. Excuse him as he bites at the wristband of the communicator.]

Comments

[onteamdyson]

Dude. Take it easy. Pretty sure the fountain isn't after you.

[Did he just say zap? ... ] Are you a fan of static-shocking people while wearing fuzzy socks as well as a wrist-thingy connessieur? Because I'm all about the first thing, but the second thing doesn't sound so delicious. Also, it's on.

Not 'it's on' like we're gonna fight. 'It's on' in the literal sense that the wrist-thingy is on. Hi there!

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[Oh wow, shhsh. Oh wow, shut up. Her talking gets him to check out the screen anyway, ten points for you! Have a smile! It's like a knife, but with teeth.] Hi.

Hi.

I will fucking kill you. What are you. Whattayou want. What are you.

[onteamdyson]

... [She raises an eyebrow, looking down at herself (with a quick glance at her very covered up arm) before staring back at the screen with a questioning gaze]

A human, last time I checked. Female, also. Oh, and not responsible for you being here, I guess I should point that out first-- that's... that's probably where you were going with that. Okay. No need to be hostile, I swear! I can help. No homicide necessary, Red.

I'm Kenzi.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

Human, bullshit, you are program, I know what you are. How do I get it off. Where's the plug. Get it off, get me out, get it off, get me out--

[onteamdyson]

[Okay, boy is totally loco and dangerously unstable. That does not mean she's giving up.]

Psht. Whatevs. No one could program this much badass into one person! Can a program do this?!

[She crosses her eyes, pulls her lower lids down with two fingers on her free hand, and touches the tip of her nose with her tongue. Totes impressive, right?! Okay, maybe not. She stops making the face and looks a little apologetic as she shrugs.]

If we could get out, we'd be out by now. We've all got homes to get back to. Where are you from?

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[Whoa impressive! Impressive enough that he kind of--stalls!] ...What is wrong with you?

[onteamdyson]

A lot of things, cupcake.

[She winks, clicking her tongue and shooting a gun made out of her fingers like a cool-ass mofo.]

More important question, what's wrong with your face! Aw snap. [Attempt at lightening the mood: initiated. Standby for potential crash and burn.]

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

My face is pristine.

Is this real?

[onteamdyson]

[Aha. There's the calm. She smiles.]

I'm gonna go with... yes? We've been here about a week now. All of us woke up near that fountain like you did. We just kinda... grabbed houses and moved in. There's cameras everywhere, a box fell from the sky, and when you eat the food from the fridge, it like... magically freakin' appears again the next day. It's so fucked up.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[A shake of his head.] I don't believe you. Where's-- [Sets his jaw, yanking at the communicator again, just--just this side of not-screaming.] Where's the rest. Where's the cameras.

[onteamdyson]

Cameras! Look around. Seriously, they're legit everywhere. On the buildings, in the buildings, on street corners. It's like big brother on steroids and way darker. The rest of us? Probs inside or at the bar. You wanna meet up? I'll show as long as you're not still set on fucking killing me.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

No. [Whoop, back it up. Tightly:] No buildings. Outside.

[onteamdyson]

Oooookay. So, fountain? You're already there and everything. Awesome. Be there in ten.

[What could possibly go wrong? Ha. Kenzi cuts the feed, briefly considers lugging the crossbow and then firmly decides against it. Unarmed it is.]

[Action]

[It's a bit of a walk, but she makes it in less than ten minutes. Nice. She steps into the center, hands up by her head, and cautiously checks out the fountain.]

It's just me. Kenzi. From the video. And I'm warning you, I haven't had my rabies shot, so biting me is totally not allowed.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[Oh, sorry, he was trying to drown his communicator. Party straightens, shakes the excess water off his arm, and gives her a serious once-over.] Turn around.

[onteamdyson]

... You have got to be kidding me.

[She'll do it, but you can bet there is going to be an intense amount of sighing and eyerolling. There. All turned around.

... And then she drops her hands, glaring.]

Wait. No! Why the hell am I even listening to you? Why aren't you turning around?! I've answered a bajillion of your questions, I am not taking orders from a crazy person that probably spent all his allowance on hair bleach and manic panic!

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[Looks clean. Means it should be pretty safe to get in her face, right? So he does. Somewhere between "wait" and "manic panic", he's within a claustrophobic yard of Kenzi, circling her like a dog.] Shh, shut up. Shut the fuck up. "Kenzi"? What the fuck kinda name is "Kenzi"?

[onteamdyson]

[Wh-woah-- WOAH! wait. Personal space. What is even happening. She crosses her arms over her chest, following him with her eyes as much as possible without actually turning her head.]

It's my name. Do you want me to shut up or answer your stupid questions? Make up your damn mind.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[Just stay stationary. He sucks in a hissing breath and tucks a warning next to her ear:] Do not shit around with me.

Who's behind the lenses?

[onteamdyson]

[OhHOLYfuck. Okay. Dude is scary.]

No clue. Messing with the cameras only gets you a round of electroshock therapy and a nice nap on the carpet. That was a dead-end and a half.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[Dude has practice, but it's just business. He lingers just behind her periphery, middle finger just dipping at the mall of her back.] How many people here? Where's the radio?

[onteamdyson]

Woah! Hey. Could ya not? For five seconds?

[That's it. Scary or not, this guy is getting a shove.]

I don't know how many! I live with four-- ... three now. [Fluffy, Sharon, Kurt, Veronica, Sideburns, Other-Nat, Not-Loki, two doctors plus Bruce, Kobra and his roomies... ] Probably under thirty. No radio. No technology at all. They took our phones and anything else that runs on batteries. We've got stoves, fridges, and that's about it. Are you done?

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[What a terrible idea! His hands snap up at that shove, thin but terribly strong, and snatch at her wrists--lift them to shove her back towards the fountain.] Don't! Do not!

[onteamdyson]

[Oh fuck. Worst idea ever brained this century. She immediately regrets this decision and it's written all over her face.]

Sorry. I'm sorry. No touching, I got it. Just-- deep breaths, okay? I take it back!

[It was almost like dealing with a wild animal or an underfae. Impossible to predict their next movements. Bad idea to make them angry. God, she really wished Bo was here.]

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

You breathe deep, baby, don’t tell me what to do! [But he stops short of shoving her in the water. She’s scared. He wins. It’s fine. He stills, but he doesn’t let go.] Yer civilian? You swear on your fucking lungs? Cuz I’ll have you if you lie, sugar, I will.

[onteamdyson]

... Really? Do I look like anything but a civilian?

[Anyone willing to put Kenzi in any position of power or let her into an organization was either batshit insane or a very, very, very poor judge of character. She figured the vast amounts of eyeliner would have made that clear. But hey, the guy was still being uber forceful and not letting go, so--]

I swear! No lies. Definitely not lying. If my heart rate is up, it's only because you're kinda bordering on drowning me in the stupid, tacky fountain!