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[ Laura only really uses the network when she wants to talk to everyone - this is no exception. Pay attention, residents of Kore! She's offering up her services again - like hell if it's grave digging again though. This time it's far less morbid, and her cheerful demeanour says just as much. ]

So, fellow kidnap-ees! None of us like starving, and none of us like waiting on mysterious food drops for help? Well, a few people have brought it up, and we can't be stuck in winter forever, right?

[ She's been doing really well at super confident, dazzling smile up until now. It's slipping though, the closer she gets to actually suggesting useful ideas, the more nervous she seems to get. Laura is no public speaker, after all. ]

Basically, I lived on a farm my whole life. Like, literally. I worked on it my whole life too, and basically ran it the last year or so. So I figured, if anyone wants to learn how to do this stuff, I can show you, and if we start now? Well by the time we can actually start doing anything useful, everyone will know enough to help out.

[ She shrugs, offers another bright smile and gives a little wave. ]

Anyway, that's pretty much it so just, let me know okay? Okay.

disbar

[ The feed comes to life revealing a startling amount of forehead topped with a carefully styled bedhead. Entranced yet? Wait till you see the face that comes with it. ]

Oh, now it's working. [ The video stops shaking and quaking to focus on the face, which appears very disgruntled as it peers at the device. ] So, who am I blaming first for this situation that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever? I'll go ahead and say Abed, because Troy? Yeah, Troy gets it. [ What 'it' is, we may never know. ]

So I'm going to count to three, and one of you better jump out with the key to end this whole shtick. [ He makes another face, this one more out of distaste. ] But while we're focusing on certain things, you could have at least chosen something out of your cereal box that was a little less tacky to put around my wrist.

[ He's not actually counting to three, because one: he's not their father, and two: erm, lame. ]

rigging

[ Jesse's not super huge on using the communicator. That's why he tries to keep it covered most of the time. But today, he's forgotten, or he's just not mindful of it, because he's more interested in paying attention to the papers and pencils and brushes in front of him. Wherever he is, it's bright and sunny, and high up. For a few moments, it just shows out into the town - the lighthouse is visible for a split second when he raises his hand to scratch at the back of his head, and when it comes back down, there's a view of the library and the fountain.

Did you guess he's sitting on the roof of house twenty? If you did, gold star.

It takes another moment, but then Jesse brings his hand to rest over his mouth, which means he's unknowingly giving his viewers a survey of the art in front of him. He's got two papers drying off a bit to the side, and in his lap, there's a sketchpad with a few rough sketches of people here. Galen, Kenzi, and Bruce are all somewhat recognizable, but he's not working on those. What he is picking at with his pencil is a drawing of a girl with tree-branch veins.

Jesse sighs, the static loud over the speaker, and mumbles to himself. ]

Fuckin' - where's my... Shit, th'fuck did I put my -- [ Another sigh, and he gives up on the drawing, moving to reach for the pack of cigarettes. Grumble grumble: ] Feel like a goddamn -- [ And the feed clicks out. ]

( ooc: credit - one, two, three. Not mine. )

violenthearted

[ Good morning, ~~Losties~~ Kore....ites, or whatever you are, please accept a video, featuring Erik's ever-present displeasure with his communicator. He has figured out how to work it by now, but this does not mean he likes it any better. B| Behind him, in the slices provided by the small screen, appears to be a kitchen, because that is exactly where he is. God forbid he sit in the living room or anywhere like, comfortable. So kitchen table it is. Charles is probably around somewhere, puttering, being British, but for the moment Erik appears to be alone.

And he has questions. Many questions.]

For those of you who failed to witness the catastrophe that was my arrival here, I'm Erik Lehnsherr. If that name means nothing to you, so much the better. If you think you have some idea of who I am - and I have come across those who do - let me state again for the record that I continue not to be a doctor of any kind, nor do I have any interest in adopting a moniker invented by bored adolescents.

That said. I'm looking for information on what appears to be an ever dwindling food supply. I understand you are provided with sustenance from the sky, but frankly I'm suspicious of quail. At best.

[It's a joke, see, because wandering forty years in the desert and bitching about manna and stuff--never mind.]

Has anyone looked into what might be done on our own terms? Anyone hunting, fishing, looking into the feasibility of farming? If someone's already taken that task on what I can only assume to be very level shoulders, I'd like to meet you. And if not, I'd like to be that person. Not - [he shrugs, loosely] that you're obliged to put your faith in a stranger. But I dislike idle hands, particularly when they're mine.

(ooc: this is forward-dated to the morning of day 48, in case that was not clear. :3 all replies will be video.)

charring

[Yep. Audio. Because Charlie is singed still and doesn't want to show her face. It's still scratched and bruised and burned and she's just not the biggest fan of being seen, anyway.]

I found twelve cans of Beanie Weenies I am willing to trade for cans of vegetables or something. [Fucking. Nasty. Death in a can! There is no making them taste good.] I know I shouldn't be picky, all things considered, but they are just not sitting right in my stomach at all.

Also, if anyone has any aloe or burn cream and bandages...I might need them.

[And she shuts her device off. She's pretty sure that no one will make the trade. That's fine. She'll figure something out for those stupid cans of ick. What she really needs are the bandages and burn cream.]

anniethedayplanner

[The video swings wildly up and down. Have some sky. Now some ballet flats. A flash of plaid and then sky again.]

Guys?

[The video stills as Annie peers at the device on her wrist.]

Is this an Inspector Space Time thing? Remember what I said about warning me when we were pretending outside of the Dreamatorium? I need advance notice. I have a test, I can't... [She rolls her eyes, realizing that if they've gone to this much trouble, it's inescapable.]

[She sighs, pursing her lips before taking a deep breath and talking animatedly, her eyes wide.]

Oi, Goven'r, this is Constable Geneva on Cape Kore requiring immediate extraction. Blimey, there are blorgons everywhere! [She glances around, her face falling momentarily.] And a test worth 25% of my grade on the morn! Hurry, Inspector! Constable Reggie!

[She pauses, furrowing her brow.] Anyone?

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Entries tagged with { annie edison

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001. ( video ) ♠ Jeff Winger

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