one { video } déjà vu

[lurings]

[ she fiddles with the communicator for a long time. we're talking hours of indecision. she takes a nap in the time it takes to decide -- which is weird, because sometimes she's still sure she's dead so sleeping while dead? that has to be a rule of the universe she is breaking. she hasn't ruled this out as an incredibly, disturbingly vivid coma dream either. especially considering she woke up... in a hospital... from a coma. this is probably not a thing that happens more than once in most people's lives, it's becoming a problem.

eventually, after a few deep breaths and careful alignment of her hair to hide her ear -- one thing at a time -- she pulls up the video component.

she looks a little pale as she sets it up on the side table so she can sit and look at it, but that seems to be explained by the bright white bandage on the side of her throat peeking out from underneath her dark hair. even with the hospital gown under her cardigan and the steady beat of the monitors behind her, she looks like a relatively average teenager, if not incredibly out of her depth. a skittish lost lamb.

help her. ]

I'm not sure how these work or what I'm supposed to say/ask besides everything. The debrief was... brief. I don't know if that's always the case or if the hospital had something to do with it. [ she swallows, appearing nervous, and licks her lips quickly before she continues. her fingers are just barely visible knotting the blanket together in her lap. ] I guess I'm looking for someone and it seems possible she could be here. Her name is Alana Bloom. She's a doctor. [ abigail will refrain from mentioning what kind of doctor at the moment. she already looks frail, no need to add damaged into the mix right away. ] If she is here, can someone tell her Abigail is looking for her?

[ and, you know, sorry again. about the thing. ]

I'm Abigail, if that wasn't obvious.

[ she doesn't ask after will because she isn't allowed to have nice things, they wind up covered in glass and rain and so much blood. if alana isn't there then her life hasn't changed much. if will isn't there, her life still hasn't changed much but she'd be missing the only person always in her corner. she doesn't ask after hannibal because hahahhahahahahahahah. hahahaha. ha. ha.

no. ]

Aside from that any help would be appreciated. Or french fries if anyone wants to smuggle them in. I'm getting a little sick of jell-o.

[ with a brief, thin smile that doesn't begin to reach her pale blue eyes, she reaches forward to shut the video off. later gators. ]

one ( VIDEO )

[odometer]

( most people would certainly be shocked or in a very dismal state at finding themselves in a place like this. where the government just plucked them from their homes and slapped a job and power on them and told them to go forth future hero. ferris......he was confused, there's no doubt in that, but the truth was he was rather happy about all this.

it meant he no longer had to go back to school, for the time being. it also meant he had a chance to be someone here. of course whether that was a good thing for everyone else was unknown.

introductions were perhaps the greatest things in the world. it meant ferris could be anyone or anything to the people here. he could be a well cultured man [not that he wasn't in one way or another], he could be a cowboy for crying out loud. he could be anything he so desired.

of course he didn't have much time did he? before others showed up and took the spotlight out from under his feet.

so before all those who were watching, ferris sat in his room wearing a suit, with her dark hair slicked back. before him, his nightstands were arranged to look like a table, and behind him was a large, poorly colored on, canadian flag.

he looked straight ahead with an expression full of confidence and smugness. )

Greetings my fellow Americans. My name is Ferris, Ferris Bueller. I am the Canadian Ambassador and I'd like to say thank you for welcoming me into your lovely state. Flo-Rida.

( he was clearly going to leave out the part where he was actually the intern to the canadian ambassador.

no one needed to know that. )

I found the hot, sweltering sun to be comforting in comparison to the icy lands of Canada. And the football? Much better than the dumb hockey games that could be found back in Canada.

Now I don't want to waste anymore of anyone's time, but I'd like to ask everyone help with two things. One, any information about this....this state that I can receive, whether it be about the heroic duties I have to complete or the best beer in town would be welcomed. Two, if anyone can tell me if they know a Cameron Frye or Sloane Peterson, that would be just great.

( he coughs a bit before he holds up his hand. )

Thank you for your time America. Stay safe or be forced to have free health care. Oh and the residents of residence number one, please excuse the dog in the living room.

Video;

[throneinmyside]

[Margaery looks delighted as she gets the camera to work, adjusting the angle as she smiles warmly. As uncertain as she is about using such a strange device, there is naught to do but just take the plunge.]

To think that this is broadcasting to all instantly, it's incredible! I never had believed anything such as this was possible but this world is full of surprises such as these. I am sure there is much more to discover in due time.

[But new technology or not, Margaery remembers the purpose of why she wished to make contact with others. She's still wearing her wedding gown though she had let her hair down to fall about her shoulders.

It's for the best she sheds the remnants of a wedding which had resulted in the death of her second husband. That fact hadn't really sunk in yet, she thought that if any moment she would hear Joffrey's haughty tone or see a glimpse of his confident sneer.]

I am Margaery Tyrell, of House Tyrell though I am sure that name means little here. I hope nonetheless I could inquire as to where to find more suitable clothes- what I am wearing now is hardly practical for every day use.

Even if you are unable to provide assistance, I hope to get to know everyone here. The welcome I have received here has been so very kind.

1. Video

[psychicpsycho]

[He's sitting at his desk in his currently rather barren bedroom, wearing a fleece blanket around his shoulders like a cape.]

Did I do this right? Okay. Yeah.

Okay.

Hi. [A small, brisk wave at the camera.] I'm Austin and I wanna ask this for anyone who knows the answer. Swearing in. What's the catch?

So, like, I know we do assignments and we do work, I'm gonna train be some kind of shrink which is fucking hilarious-- but anyway, it completely does not add up. I have a radioactive tattoo on my wrist and you're telling me nobody's keeping any kind of tabs on me? I get free housing, free healthcare, a guaranteed job that I'm guaranteed to be shit at, and all they want is some elementary school pledge of allegiance and a few man-hours? No. Nuh-uh. I want the dirt.

[A pause as he picks up his e-cigarette and takes a drag.]

Tell me how you've been mistreated. Tell me if there've been experiments. Tell me what they're really after. Meet me in person if you're uncomfortable telling me over the network. I need to know.

[Another brief pause.]

Okay. That's it.

[He turns off the camera.]

((OOC: Hi! New kid on the block! This is Austin, this is his character info, and this is his permissions post.))