[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.]

[The video clicks on to show a sweeping shot of the Overlook's basement. Natasha and Mal have been handling the boiler, so David hasn't bothered with it beyond a quick glance to make sure the pressure gauge is still in the safe zone. Besides, he isn't interested in any of that, anyway.

There are boxes and boxes of old papers - newspapers, receipts, books, ledgers, knick knacks and old uniforms, decades of artifacts from the hotel's history scattered haphazardly around the basement. The android is holding the camera almost at shoulder height and has a flashlight in his other hand, sweeping the beam slowly over the boxes, stacks and crates, lingering here, sweeping over there without stopping as he walks through the archaeological site.

The boiler lets out a labored, thundering whoosh, but David doesn't jump or otherwise seem too bothered by it as he keeps going, the camera and flashlight both holding steady.

He finally stops in front of a box, shining the beam of the flashlight on it for a moment before crouching and setting both the camera and the flashlight down. The light is beam up, casting strange shadows on his face as David frowns with curiosity and starts carefully pulling things out of the box, studying each object with a combination of clinical interest and childlike curiosity. A book. A sheet of old stationary. Some receipts.

He raises his eyebrows at the next find, jerking his head back slightly, like a dog who realized the dead thing it had been sniffing was actually just sleeping this whole time, looking genuinely surprised before pulling out a mutilated teddy bear. It looks as if it's been slashed to pieces, stuffing spilling out of the tears in the fabric, and the one eye visible to the camera at this angle is hanging from the socket by a thread. David considers it for a long moment before finally speaking softly, more to himself than anyone else.]

Big things have small beginnings.

[He suddenly glances back down at the camera, as if realizing it's still on. His expression is almost blank as he reaches down to the camera, his hand obscuring the image for a moment before he clicks off the video feed.]

[ooc: If anyone wants to spam him in the basement or otherwise arrange a face to face encounter with David, I am game!]