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maskormenace2018-04-07 08:36 pm
forgeabettertomorrow) wrote in maskormenace2018-04-07 08:36 pm
001 - VIDEO
[There's the sound of some fumbling with the communicator as someone struggles to get the thing oriented and recording. For a moment, there's a flash of one giant, emerald green eye close up to the lens as the owner inspects the device.]
Is this...is this thing on? Is it recording...? Gods dammit...how the hell...
[More fumbling. Then another voice offscreen can be heard: 'Hey boss, you want me to show you how to--']
No. Look, I got this. Go over there and finish checking the inventory and let me--
[Finally, he manages to get the comm aligned and recording. The blue haired newcomer looks absolutely exasperated.]
Okay, I think I've got it. Anyway, I'm not sure who all can see this? But I'm having some issues here. Now, I, for one, am glad that I was provided employment upon working here. I kinda wish it was more in my field, but hey, beggars can't be choosers, am I right? I've run a shop before. I know business. I know how to sell. I can sell a full set of plate mail to an eighty year old wind mage. My point? I can do this job. Here's the problem:
[Darin tilts his comm to show his store, namely the Thot Topic in Nonah that he has been given management of. The store is in great shape and people are shopping and being helped by the staff. But over by the entrance there stands three seemingly disaffected teens. Two girls and a guy, and they are all taptaptapping away at their phones.]
Can someone explain to me what the hell is happening here? They've been here for hours. They're here every other day, it seems. They don't talk. The best part? Hang on.
[Okay, looks like we're moving now. Darin walks over to the group and not-so-discreetly circles them while holding his comm aloft. Maybe some eagle-eyed viewers might catch one of them texting 'omg, the old blue haired guy is back guys lmao' before Darin walks back to his original position towards the back of the store.]
Did you catch that? Did you? They're sending those messages to each other. They're talking to each other! Through their little devices! Instead of using words! Culture shock my ass, is there a priest or something out there? Because I think these kids are possessed and I do not deal with ghosts. Seriously, if anyone can offer me any insight into what the hell is wrong here, I will give you ten percent off of whatever the hell you want from my store. Hell, make it twenty percent.
Is this...is this thing on? Is it recording...? Gods dammit...how the hell...
[More fumbling. Then another voice offscreen can be heard: 'Hey boss, you want me to show you how to--']
No. Look, I got this. Go over there and finish checking the inventory and let me--
[Finally, he manages to get the comm aligned and recording. The blue haired newcomer looks absolutely exasperated.]
Okay, I think I've got it. Anyway, I'm not sure who all can see this? But I'm having some issues here. Now, I, for one, am glad that I was provided employment upon working here. I kinda wish it was more in my field, but hey, beggars can't be choosers, am I right? I've run a shop before. I know business. I know how to sell. I can sell a full set of plate mail to an eighty year old wind mage. My point? I can do this job. Here's the problem:
[Darin tilts his comm to show his store, namely the Thot Topic in Nonah that he has been given management of. The store is in great shape and people are shopping and being helped by the staff. But over by the entrance there stands three seemingly disaffected teens. Two girls and a guy, and they are all taptaptapping away at their phones.]
Can someone explain to me what the hell is happening here? They've been here for hours. They're here every other day, it seems. They don't talk. The best part? Hang on.
[Okay, looks like we're moving now. Darin walks over to the group and not-so-discreetly circles them while holding his comm aloft. Maybe some eagle-eyed viewers might catch one of them texting 'omg, the old blue haired guy is back guys lmao' before Darin walks back to his original position towards the back of the store.]
Did you catch that? Did you? They're sending those messages to each other. They're talking to each other! Through their little devices! Instead of using words! Culture shock my ass, is there a priest or something out there? Because I think these kids are possessed and I do not deal with ghosts. Seriously, if anyone can offer me any insight into what the hell is wrong here, I will give you ten percent off of whatever the hell you want from my store. Hell, make it twenty percent.
no subject
IN FACT
DON'T BOTHER
LET'S GET YOU TO AN EXORCIST OR A PRIEST OR
I DUNNO
ANYTHING
ANYTHING BUT ME
[As he starts to, well, scream, Darin's voice starts to very audibly crack. And all color is dropping from his cheeks.]
1/2
[He gives his body a firm shake, then blinks blankly at Darin, signing a simple:]
What's wrong with you?
[Ghost? What ghost? He didn't notice any ghosts briefly taking over his body. Nope. No ghosts here--
no subject
Pain. Death. Help me, D-A-R-I-N.
[Thank God for the networks labeling system.]
no subject
NOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPE!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA A HUNDRED TIMES NOPE!
I'M DONE. I'M WAAAAAY PAST DONE. I AM WELL DONE. SOMEONE IMMEDIATELY PORT ME HOME. WORLD ENDING PROPHECY BE DAMNED I WOULD RATHER FIGHT DEMONS WITH MY HAMMER HANGING OUT THAN DEAL WITH GHOSTS FOR ONE SINGLE GODSDAMNED SECOND WHY DOES IT KNOW MY NAME?!?!?!
[Darin could, you know, turn off his comm, but that would require thought and his brain is currently paralyzed by fear. So he's literally taking it with him as he runs into the stock room at his store, slams it shut, then barricades it.]