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[The video feed opens suddenly, with Wallie looking earnestly into the camera as he begins a one-sided conversation with someone, pausing at intervals for responses only he can see. He's half-laughing in relief and joy.]

Jja? Don't panic, it's me, I promise. Are you all right?

[...]

No, no, it's not magic, I promise. Not sorcerer magic, anyway. You're doing fine. It's -- look, I'll explain later. I'm just so glad to see you. Is Vixi with you?

[...]

Okay, the two of you stay put, and I'll come find you. Where are you? Tell me what you see.

[...]

I know where that is, I'm close. Stay put. I'm coming.

casabianca

[At first the feed shows nothing but sky and a blurry, dark band that might be the edge of a sleeve. Lazily it all shifts, drifts by with only the faintest sound of rustling. Until it doesn't. Until a sharp movement covers the camera entirely and the sounds of rapid, startled movement are picked up by the communicator's mic.

Clothing, moving as a body moves. The scrape of the sole of a shoe on concrete.

Peter Guillam is awake, and definitely not in Kansas anymore – or a house in central London, as the case may be. Not there, and there's something foreign on his wrist. Suddenly his face appears as he lifts his hand up and tugs up his sleeve. It's a familiar face to some here, no doubt, save for a few distinguishing features. Most are subtle, texture and colour of his hair aside, but one isn't: the genuine confusion and fear.

He turns his wrist over to look for a clasp. None. It's uncomfortable, foreign, bugging him– bug. Little light on the face.

Oh. No, not good; the visual is obscured again as his hand covers it, fingers working their way underneath the band to try to tug it off.]

Oh, f–

[Peter's thumb brushes against the side of the communicator and the feed ends sharply.]

reluctantsword

[Wallie looks, for all the world, more than a little worn. He's feeling all stretched out and a little aimless, and while it doesn't bother him, inactivity is no good for Shonsu, and he has to do something, something physical, or else admit defeat to someone who's less than a memory. Ideally, it would be sex. With that off the table, though...]

I don't suppose anyone here knows anything about swordfighting? I could really use a fencing partner. I feel like I should really stay in practice but it's hard to do that by yourself. Normally I'd suggest foils, so no one gets hurt, but... well, I don't see why we couldn't manage to make up a couple of wooden swords, for lack of anything else.

[He rubs the bridge of his nose.]

Or, hey. Maybe someone might want some lessons.

could_be_dangerous

Well, if I had to suggest anyone to solve the mystery of the sudden rash of strange symptoms sweeping over our lovely little town, I would pick me, but a better option for you lot would be to start paying more attention and stop opening every suspicious box you find lying about.

afallenstar

[ She's used this thing enough now that she knows how it works quite easily, but she's never actually addressed the network as a whole, and it feels a little strange. After a few seconds of static where she tries to remember just what it was she had planned to say, she starts to speak. ]

Well, uh- Hello everyone? [ ...That is a pretty good place to start, yes. ]

So I'm sure everyone's noticed that it's starting to snow, and um. I can't be the only one who feels a little festive, right?

[ This is getting ridiculous now, obvious statements are obvious. Anna pauses briefly and shakes her head, huffing before continuing. ]

Anyway, I guess the point of this is because I know some of us have friends and family from home, but there are people here who are alone too, and I thought it might be nice if we all do something for each other while we're stuck in this place.

[ That? That is definitely rambling. She starts to speed up her words slightly, and while they're still clearly audible it's obvious she's somewhat regretting this spur of the moment decision. No one else is going to be interested, they don't even know what time of year it is, everyone has enough things to worry about.

She pushes on anyway, though. ]

Look, we used to do this thing at home a while back. Secret Santa? You just get given a name out of a hat and get them some kind of present, that's all it is, but you get to reveal at the end and I guess I just there might be people who are up for it. No one has to do it, obviously, but well. If anyone's interested just let me know, okay?

[ She coughs awkwardly, and there's another small static-filled pause before she adds: ]

Well, that's it. Bye. [ And then the feed cuts out. ]

reluctantsword

I have a favour to ask.

[Wallie gives the camera a slightly embarrassed smile.]

So I don't know who lived in this house before I did, but they weren't anywhere near my size. If anyone's got any cast-off clothes in their houses that might fit a really big guy, I'd appreciate it. If it gets much colder than it is, I'm going to be pretty miserable without at least a shirt I can button up.

[He considers.]

Pants might not be a bad idea, either.

greenisnteasy

[Backdated to Day 17.]

Well, folks, guess I'm chief of medical now. How's it going? I'm Dr. Bruce Banner, physicist and physician.

I would like to reiterate the request that you fill me in on some basic medical facts. I'm only asking so I can fill in your charts here, so if you're ever half-eaten by a robot bear, I know not to give you penicillin or codeine or the wrong kind of blood. It'll be bad enough being half-eaten without having an adverse reaction to the treatment, you know?

Filling me in on prior medical history would be a plus. Checkup's optional. You can swing by the clinic and fill out a piece of paper with everything on it yourself, or you can reply here. If you don't want to do it, whatever, but you're waiving your right to sue me for malpractice.

If you don't have medical allergies, or don't know your blood type, or don't want to tell me, that's fine. I would like to ask that you just reply to this with your name or a fake name or something witty, just so I can get a headcount. When we first showed up, Phil took a little census, but we've had people go missing and had some new arrivals since then. It feels like it's time for another one.

That's it! If you want to throw rotten vegetables at me, I'll be in the clinic. Thanks for your help.

indiscreet

[ This is her first time posting with her communicator wholly on her own, and for a moment the feed statics, then flashes to a blurred image of a face— ] damned contraptions [ —before switching properly to the AUDIO setting. ]

Ah— good evening. I suppose it is becoming increasingly apparent to all of us that we're either stuck here or else need to begin acting as though we are. [ Her voice is young and pretty-sounding, the accent mostly American but subtly tinged with Russian. ] As such, I was wondering if anyone might have...well, weaponry. Specifically, weaponry I might be able to call my own. I know my way around a bow, so that would be my preference, but beggars can't be choosers.

I can't precisely offer payment, but I can promise to shoot various beasties of the edible or dangerous kind.

PRIVATE to Mina Barrett
The dire wolf population seems to be thinning. For the kine that's a good thing, but for me...

Mina, I don't know how you're doing it, but I need a source of blood, and between the two of us — hell, even with one of us — it won't be long before we make everyone here anemic, or worse. I can keep trying to hunt animals, but I can't catch them without the Huntress's abilities. So, unless you have any better ideas, it seems like the lesser of two evils.

reluctantsword

[When the feed flicks on, Wallie's still working off the last of his purposeless rage, but he's more himself, and trying to work things out. Not the World, wherever he is, but the technology is far more Earthlike... unless this is some entirely new place, and he's just still in Shonsu's body. Maybe it was just a little incongruous to have a shirtless barbarian swordsman type with swords tattooed on his forehead to have a wristwatch communicator like something out of bad sci-fi, too, but that's the least of his concerns. He's here, he doesn't want to be here, and wherever he is he's pretty sure Jja isn't. When the device seems to be recording, Wallie forces a smile, but it's still fierce, still angry.]

If someone can hear this, I'd like to know where I am. I am Lord Shonsu, swordsman of the Seventh rank, lord of the Tryst of Casr--

[Abruptly, he cuts himself short, mid-way through a complex genuflection that's become second nature, as something becomes suddenly clear to him. He's no longer thinking in one language and speaking in another. Wallie looks absolutely flabbergasted.]

... what in the World, I'm speaking English.

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Entries tagged with { wallie smith

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File #001 // Peter Guillam // [Accidental Video]

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004 \\ Sherlock Holmes \\ [Video]

003 | Anna Milton | [AUDIO]

Wallie Smith | 002 | Video

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