¡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.]

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[goodluckkobra]

[Kobra's totally not laughing. No, that's a lie. He can barely breath he's laughing so hard. Is Poison actually biting the stupid thing? Fucking beautiful!]

That you, Poison? You need a hand?

[He's lying back in his awesome red race car bed. It's okay to be jealous, even if his legs hang off the end.]

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[Fuck you. Matter of fact:] Fuck you, sonuvafucking-- [But he stills as soon as he actually looks at the device instead of eating it. Still doesn't seem like he gets what it is.] ...K?

[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!

[greenisnteasy]

Hey, it's okay. You're okay. [Um... Mostly. He sounds soothing and like he's sure of himself, at least.]

Are you afraid of the communicator on your wrist? [Or is he being attacked by gigantic, terrifying wolves? Bruce is treading some very thorny territory here. On the one hand, hey! No reason to bite your wrist off. On the other hand, there are things here that can bite your wrist off for you.]

[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.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[No wolves yet, but have a bark of a laugh:] Chyes, yes, that is it! What is you, yogavoice, you gonna tell me it's okay? One more time! Tell me one more time and I'll believe you, let's give it a fucking shot!

[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.

[greenisnteasy]

[That's legitimate.]

Well, the device on your wrist is okay. [Probably.] No one's found a reason to need to bite it off yet. Is yours giving you trouble?

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

No, it's not, it's not okay, don't you fucking feed me! [Hysterical? Who?] What is this?!

[goodluckkobra]

Nope. Guess again. [And have some more laughing.] How long you been here?

[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--

[greenisnteasy]

[Hysterical indeed, hence the continued yoga voice and the rational approach to their situation, dropping most pretenses at bullshittery calming tactics.]

We're not sure yet. There are a lot of us here, and we all just woke up one day to find ourselves here and with these things on our wrists. So far they seem to serve as communication devices, nothing sinister. No one knows why we're here or how, but so far no one's been harmed. We're about a five to a six on the panic scale. You, I think, are hovering around an eleven, so there is some room to calm down.

My name's Bruce.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

I dunno. [No, don't laugh, why are you laughing? His eyes jitter offscreen, eying shadows and building, very wary.] This--

You're not the Kid. Prove it, you prove me, prove you me.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[Eleven indeed! But he's listening, look, he's good. He waits all of a split second after the introduction to blurt out, still tugging at the communicator:] Want it off.

[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?

[greenisnteasy]

Unfortunately I can't help you with that one, as no one's managed to take them off.

What do you think it's going to do?

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

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

[goodluckkobra]

Seriously, P? [He's already pushing himself up and walking out of the house. Of course, he grabs his kitchen knife on the way, in case those wolves are still around.]

I'm your brother and this place has running water and real food and totally cool people and I'll prove it to you in a minute. I'd ask you not to shoot, but I have a feeling your gun's gone, too.

[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]

Whattayou think, Bruce, it's a fucking cuff, it's a cuff. I need it off. Nobody, my sweet ass, nobody, they gotta--break or--or s--shit...

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[A swallow, checking his holster, slouching in his jacket.] I will shank the fuck outta you f'you don't give me warning you're coming, I'm not fucking kidding.

[But hurry.]

[goodluckkobra]

[ action ]

[He yells from the other end of the clearing around the fountain.]

What the fuck are you gonna shank me with, asshole? That's no way to hug me!

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[First instinct (after jumping way out of his skin) is relief. Close on it's heels is precaution. Poison throws up his hands up once Kobra's within normal-talk distance.] No! No, halt, you fucking halt!

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

My face is pristine.

Is this real?

[goodluckkobra]

Yes, sir, Captain Dickface. [He stops where he is and salutes.]

What do I gotta do to prove that I'm me?