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secretasshole) wrote2014-06-23 05:40 pm
secretasshole) wrote2014-06-23 05:40 pm
032 웃 VIDEO & SPAM
[David's comm clicks on and shows a badly illuminated cave wall from what appears to be the cave floor for a few seconds before static-ing out. A second or two later, it fades back in, wobbles again, and then seems to decide that yes, it does want to work, apparently.
Unfortunately, the audio's still shot, and it's not helped by the fact that David's voice sounds a little... tinnier than usual?
Or maybe it's just the comm.
(Spoiler alert: it's not.)
In any case, he's not in the frame at all, although there's a faint shadow on the wall that seems to be his arm, or an arm anyway, twitching with a sort of mechanical confusion.]
-- alone on this planet. The natives-- [The video goes black and white, and then flickers out again, but comes back on a beat or two later.] kindly to strangers. Tread wi-- caution.
[They'd descended on him, when they'd seen what he looked like, and once again mastery of every spoken language in human history going back to their creators meant less than nothing. He's irritated more than anything, because being decapitated and still awake isn't really the ideal situation to be, no matter what your other circumstances.]
Mi-- if you could---- be appreciated.
[The signal holds on for long enough for everyone to get a good peek at the shadow of that miserably flailing arm before it finally just warps and cuts out entirely.]
[Spam for Babs]
[Which leaves him with the unfortunate reality of his situation: immobile, alone, and with more or less no distinguishing features to guide anyone to his location. He'd been doing his best to map the cave system while searching for the others from the Barge (what few people he cares about, anyway), but it's large enough that he doubts descriptions or maps of whatever formations he's cataloged would do him much good.
So he's stuck here, with lubricant and oil dripping from his mouth - it's milky white and frankly pretty gross looking, you've probably seen him drinking glasses of it in the dining hall under the pretext of being "normal" - and more or less completely at the mercy of whoever finds him first. Without being able to control his body more than the minimal movement he's managing right now - it's like a turtle on its back - he's stuck here until someone decides to drag him along.
Or put him out of his misery, however temporarily.]
Unfortunately, the audio's still shot, and it's not helped by the fact that David's voice sounds a little... tinnier than usual?
Or maybe it's just the comm.
(Spoiler alert: it's not.)
In any case, he's not in the frame at all, although there's a faint shadow on the wall that seems to be his arm, or an arm anyway, twitching with a sort of mechanical confusion.]
-- alone on this planet. The natives-- [The video goes black and white, and then flickers out again, but comes back on a beat or two later.] kindly to strangers. Tread wi-- caution.
[They'd descended on him, when they'd seen what he looked like, and once again mastery of every spoken language in human history going back to their creators meant less than nothing. He's irritated more than anything, because being decapitated and still awake isn't really the ideal situation to be, no matter what your other circumstances.]
Mi-- if you could---- be appreciated.
[The signal holds on for long enough for everyone to get a good peek at the shadow of that miserably flailing arm before it finally just warps and cuts out entirely.]
[Spam for Babs]
[Which leaves him with the unfortunate reality of his situation: immobile, alone, and with more or less no distinguishing features to guide anyone to his location. He'd been doing his best to map the cave system while searching for the others from the Barge (what few people he cares about, anyway), but it's large enough that he doubts descriptions or maps of whatever formations he's cataloged would do him much good.
So he's stuck here, with lubricant and oil dripping from his mouth - it's milky white and frankly pretty gross looking, you've probably seen him drinking glasses of it in the dining hall under the pretext of being "normal" - and more or less completely at the mercy of whoever finds him first. Without being able to control his body more than the minimal movement he's managing right now - it's like a turtle on its back - he's stuck here until someone decides to drag him along.
Or put him out of his misery, however temporarily.]
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[fzzzzzzt] you?
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I hope he brings us all back.
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[fzzzt] -underground. In a cave. I think this is probably- [fzzzt] -best that it gets.
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Possibly.
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Well in that case, stick around until she gets there. After which I'm sure you'll be just fine, yourself.
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She keeps her sticks out, as she moves, grip relaxed but firm. She hasn't encountered any natives, so far, but she's not going to assume friendliness.
She might have missed him, without the goggles. (They're based on her old Batgirl lenses, thin but powerful. The ends flare up, making her look vaguely like a grumpy owl.) As it is, she gets in close, only grimacing slightly.]
You okay down there?
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Not especially. [What with currently being in two pieces and everything.]
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Anything I can do? [She knows her robotics, but nothing like David.] I've got some...really basic tools. And - do you feel pain at all?
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Have you seen Mira?
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Can I move you?
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It won't cause any further damage. Although I apologize for leaking on you.
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Here we go. [Her grip is strong, now, as she carefully pulls him up.]
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We can leave the body. It won't be much help in this state.
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[She's afraid, or excited, or - she doesn't know. But she's alive now, a live wire, a puppet with her strings pulled taut once again.]
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[This is half fear, half by way of an attempted answer: she's alone in her head, even though she's never alone, even though she shouldn't be, always alone in a sea of civilians, except for them. They're here.]