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removeimpurity) wrote2012-05-21 12:04 am
removeimpurity) wrote2012-05-21 12:04 am
First Incision [(Accidental) Video/Action]
[The journal begins broadcasting abruptly, the angle of the video skewed. In the tall grasses of the forest, there is a brunette woman stirring restlessly in her unconsciousness; a New Feather, judging by the white sundress she's wearing.]
[From what the camera can catch of her face, her expression is one of distress, her brow furrowed faintly. Then, a soft murmur:]
Stay... back. Away... from me...
[There are faint whimpers and murmurs after that, ones that sound like a person clearly afraid, before, suddenly, the woman's eyes snap open and a sharp gasp leaves her mouth.]
[As she sits up, she rests a hand upon her chest, catching her breath before she rises to her feet.]
...this isn't my study.
[She turns around hurriedly, expression shifting from irritation to anger as her eyes continue to scan the area.]
This is a very foul joke! If I find who did this, I'll have your hide!
[Her eyes lock onto the journal, and she bounds over to it. With a clearly irate scowl, she slams the book shut, though it does catch one last sentence before it cuts off:]
What in the name of the gods is this?
[Sometime after her initial outburst, Syre can be found walking into the village, the journal tucked beneath her left arm. She's looking around at everything with a mix of intrigue and irritation -- this most definitely isn't Ecliptia, but she can't help but wonder where she is...]
[If anyone wants to welcome the jade-eyed/jade-winged newcomer, feel free to -- but she might be a little wary at first...]
[From what the camera can catch of her face, her expression is one of distress, her brow furrowed faintly. Then, a soft murmur:]
Stay... back. Away... from me...
[There are faint whimpers and murmurs after that, ones that sound like a person clearly afraid, before, suddenly, the woman's eyes snap open and a sharp gasp leaves her mouth.]
[As she sits up, she rests a hand upon her chest, catching her breath before she rises to her feet.]
...this isn't my study.
[She turns around hurriedly, expression shifting from irritation to anger as her eyes continue to scan the area.]
This is a very foul joke! If I find who did this, I'll have your hide!
[Her eyes lock onto the journal, and she bounds over to it. With a clearly irate scowl, she slams the book shut, though it does catch one last sentence before it cuts off:]
What in the name of the gods is this?
[Sometime after her initial outburst, Syre can be found walking into the village, the journal tucked beneath her left arm. She's looking around at everything with a mix of intrigue and irritation -- this most definitely isn't Ecliptia, but she can't help but wonder where she is...]
[If anyone wants to welcome the jade-eyed/jade-winged newcomer, feel free to -- but she might be a little wary at first...]
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...at least there was no violence involved, for the most part.
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[Robert nods nervously, a staccato sort of motion, and shifts away a little. Just a little.
He doesn't really know where this conversation is going, though he hopes he's helped Syre a little...]
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[She smiles, faintly.]
Perhaps we'll talk again some other time?
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... Before I d-do, would... you like to s-see how to operate the journals properly, or... d-do you think you are alright in that r-regard...?
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[Syre presents it to Robert.]
A demonstration would be nice. I get the feeling these are not the sort of "journals" I am used to.
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[Robert takes the little book carefully from Syre's hands and turns it, so that she can see the screen as well, before opening it.
As he speaks, he gestures to the corresponding sections.]
The... j-journals function as communication d-devices in Luceti. They are monitored by the M-Malnosso, and thus information that you do not wish to b-be disclosed to them should not be mentioned over them, but... messages can be f-filtered from other members of the compound...
... You may choose to input written t-text, record your own voice, or r-record a video using the small lens at the top of the j-journal. Responses are r-recorded, and can be played back at leisure, by a-anybody who has access to the channel...
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This... technology... is unfamiliar to me, but you put their functions into simple terms.
I am appreciative of that.
[She reaches out, slowly, to take the journal back from Robert.]
If there is anything I need, I will be sure to notify you.
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... I have... d-done it many times before... this c-colony receives new members every... two months, a-approximately. You may expect... to see them if you r-remain here that long...
[He gives a brief nod.] ... Please... f-feel free, though much of the v-village is likely to assist you if... n-necessary.