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maskormenace2017-01-07 05:36 pm
maevelous) wrote in maskormenace2017-01-07 05:36 pm
[001]; Video
[ The video actually starts before it’s supposed to. It’s just a close up shot of a woman’s cleavage. And when she speaks, it’s with an English lilt -- a bit distant as though she’s calling out behind her. ]
From my understanding, these devices are supposed to put us in touch with others who arrived here in a similar manner to us.
[ A little fainter, a second voice joins the first -- a man, this time, with an accent out of a John Ford movie. ] It don't look like much to me. How's it work?
[ The camera gets pulled back to give the first shot of Maeve who is studying it thoughtfully. And then she realizes it seems to already be recording them -- the recognition lighting up on her face.. ]
It appears we’re live right now. All we have to do is talk. [ She re-positions herself to sit up a bit straighter, glancing at Teddy before nodding at the device to allow him to make the first contact.. ]
[ Teddy takes instruction well, bless him, and tips into view at her shoulder, taking a second to be caught up in the little digitised mirror image on her device. He overcomes the inherent strangeness and prompts himself to speak, trusting in Maeve's advice. ]
Evenin', [ he greets, with a nod beneath the shadow brim of his hat. ] Name's Flood, Teddy Flood. Me and the lady are looking for folks like us, or who been here even longer. We figure there's more to this place than we've been told.
[ When nothing immediately horrible happens as a result of Teddy talking, Maeve deems it safe to do the same. Sorry, Teddy. It’s easier to make you the shield. But she does appear mildly amused at Teddy’s use of ‘the lady.’ As though he’s trying to avoid the much harsher truths of what she is. ]
Oh, there’s definitely more. There’s always more. We can’t trust our kidnappers to give us the full scope, can we? So if any of you out there can be darlings and help us fill in the blanks, we would very much appreciate it. Mr. Flood here is a skilled adventurer who can aid you in all of your quests, plights, or other such nonsense. [ Hand wave. ] And as for me, well -- I’m sure you can use your imagination, can’t you?
[ She smirks, crossing one leg over the other with a deliberate, sensual slowness. ]
Do right by us and we’ll return the favor.
[ There'd been his own mild form of amusement at reference to his being an adventurer, accurate though it may be if also as euphemistic with regard to his line of work as he'd been as to hers, but the moment slides by without comment. Just the tiniest of smiles, mostly around the eyes.
Unperturbed by her offer of repayment, he nods once more at the camera, touching the brim of his hat in sign off. ]
Do wrong by us, we won't have a hell of a lot to talk about, now will we?
Come, darling. You can be more creative than that. [ Maeve says with a roll of her eyes. ] Or perhaps you can’t. [ Creativity might not be one of his higher parameters. ] I advise you all to not do wrong by us because you’ll very much wish you hadn’t. [ She flashes a sarcastic smile. ] But I believe that just about covers it.
[ Maeve’s about to end the feed, only to pause. ] Oh. One last thing. We’re looking for the people who live in… [ She looks off screen to read out the numbers. ] Nonah #005 and Maurtia Falls #008. If you live in either, could you be a dear and pop in to say hello?
From my understanding, these devices are supposed to put us in touch with others who arrived here in a similar manner to us.
[ A little fainter, a second voice joins the first -- a man, this time, with an accent out of a John Ford movie. ] It don't look like much to me. How's it work?
[ The camera gets pulled back to give the first shot of Maeve who is studying it thoughtfully. And then she realizes it seems to already be recording them -- the recognition lighting up on her face.. ]
It appears we’re live right now. All we have to do is talk. [ She re-positions herself to sit up a bit straighter, glancing at Teddy before nodding at the device to allow him to make the first contact.. ]
[ Teddy takes instruction well, bless him, and tips into view at her shoulder, taking a second to be caught up in the little digitised mirror image on her device. He overcomes the inherent strangeness and prompts himself to speak, trusting in Maeve's advice. ]
Evenin', [ he greets, with a nod beneath the shadow brim of his hat. ] Name's Flood, Teddy Flood. Me and the lady are looking for folks like us, or who been here even longer. We figure there's more to this place than we've been told.
[ When nothing immediately horrible happens as a result of Teddy talking, Maeve deems it safe to do the same. Sorry, Teddy. It’s easier to make you the shield. But she does appear mildly amused at Teddy’s use of ‘the lady.’ As though he’s trying to avoid the much harsher truths of what she is. ]
Oh, there’s definitely more. There’s always more. We can’t trust our kidnappers to give us the full scope, can we? So if any of you out there can be darlings and help us fill in the blanks, we would very much appreciate it. Mr. Flood here is a skilled adventurer who can aid you in all of your quests, plights, or other such nonsense. [ Hand wave. ] And as for me, well -- I’m sure you can use your imagination, can’t you?
[ She smirks, crossing one leg over the other with a deliberate, sensual slowness. ]
Do right by us and we’ll return the favor.
[ There'd been his own mild form of amusement at reference to his being an adventurer, accurate though it may be if also as euphemistic with regard to his line of work as he'd been as to hers, but the moment slides by without comment. Just the tiniest of smiles, mostly around the eyes.
Unperturbed by her offer of repayment, he nods once more at the camera, touching the brim of his hat in sign off. ]
Do wrong by us, we won't have a hell of a lot to talk about, now will we?
Come, darling. You can be more creative than that. [ Maeve says with a roll of her eyes. ] Or perhaps you can’t. [ Creativity might not be one of his higher parameters. ] I advise you all to not do wrong by us because you’ll very much wish you hadn’t. [ She flashes a sarcastic smile. ] But I believe that just about covers it.
[ Maeve’s about to end the feed, only to pause. ] Oh. One last thing. We’re looking for the people who live in… [ She looks off screen to read out the numbers. ] Nonah #005 and Maurtia Falls #008. If you live in either, could you be a dear and pop in to say hello?
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