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tvk2012-01-30 05:08 pm
alchemicals) wrote in tvk2012-01-30 05:08 pm
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1.1 - Hydrogen. [Voice]
Okay, so, this is...
[Well, whatever this is, it's coming from someone clearly not familiar with the concept of cell phones; his voice quiets for approximately two seconds - just long enough to mutter a soft, disgruntled "This feels so stupid..." before he continues on at the same volume he had been speaking at before.
"The same volume" being one that implies he's holding the phone about a foot from his face and yelling into it.]
Yeah, so I'm out of flagpoles to run things up and no one's saluting anyway, so I thought I'd give this...radio thing a try. This is Lieutenant Colonel Kimbley of the Amestrian military - I guess I can appreciate your medical support, but this whole situation here stopped being okay as soon as this place stopped being Liore. If you want to tell me who you are or why you brought me here, that'd be great - otherwise there's going to be some problems, like your little city going up in flames.
[More fidgeting with the phone; awkward awkward awkward, I think I'm a hostage and what's this.]
Anyway. Right. Answers would be good. You have half an hour to return the damn transmission - I'd suggest you start with the answers before I start with the fireworks, this place looks like it'll go up real easy.
[Well, whatever this is, it's coming from someone clearly not familiar with the concept of cell phones; his voice quiets for approximately two seconds - just long enough to mutter a soft, disgruntled "This feels so stupid..." before he continues on at the same volume he had been speaking at before.
"The same volume" being one that implies he's holding the phone about a foot from his face and yelling into it.]
Yeah, so I'm out of flagpoles to run things up and no one's saluting anyway, so I thought I'd give this...radio thing a try. This is Lieutenant Colonel Kimbley of the Amestrian military - I guess I can appreciate your medical support, but this whole situation here stopped being okay as soon as this place stopped being Liore. If you want to tell me who you are or why you brought me here, that'd be great - otherwise there's going to be some problems, like your little city going up in flames.
[More fidgeting with the phone; awkward awkward awkward, I think I'm a hostage and what's this.]
Anyway. Right. Answers would be good. You have half an hour to return the damn transmission - I'd suggest you start with the answers before I start with the fireworks, this place looks like it'll go up real easy.
[Voice]
Also, that's not a radio. It's a phone that allows you to communicate via voice, videos and text. Think of it as an advanced model to what you're used to.
[Voice]
[And here will just be some vague shuffling noises while he turns it over; sorry, you weren't expecting confirmation that he's not blowing everyone to kingdom come, were you?
He'll be back in a moment, just...give him a sec...]
And who might I be talking to? Someone with answers, or someone in the same sinking ship?
[Voice]
What we do know is everyone who was brought here from their home world receives this phone and it's filled with contact information of everyone else. Also, when it becomes midnight here, we're the one who have to deal with supernatural creatures called Shadows while the locals are blissfully unaware of this.
I understand this sounds crazy, but there are plenty of people who can vouch what I'm saying.