Samuel Drake (
seekingmyfortune) wrote in
thisavrou2017-03-19 12:18 am
01 | [Video]
[The video opens with a myriad of dizzying images: a few quick, blurry shakes that indicate the owner of the TAB has no idea how to turn it on, a couple of glimpses at the ground as they spin the device to try and find a button, a palm as it strikes down on the screen.
Clearly someone isn't used to such technology. They even mutter a:]
Jesus, how does this thing--?
[Sam jumps a little as he turns the TAB to face him, only to see that it's already recording. And what a sight he is to behold, with dirt on his clothes and blood on his nose and down his left arm. He looks like he could go for a nice hot bath, or like he's just come out of a jungle.]
Holy shit, okay. Okay, uh--hey.
[That's what you're supposed to say, right? Sam gives a small little uncommitted half wave with his free hand, like he's not exactly sure if that's what he should do.]
I'm not sure if anyone is actually on the other end of this, but if there are others out there, I could use a little help. I mean I realize I'm not exactly in Kansas anymore, but space? A whole other planet? Come on, somebody's gotta be busting my balls here, right? At least buy a guy a drink and let him have a cigarette first before you throw that at him.
[He pauses as if expecting some kind of laugh track or other response, but then continues shortly after.]
Also, I--[He shifts uncomfortably, considering what he should say. It takes him a little longer than before to speak again, but once he does, he looks directly at the camera.] I'm looking for my brother. He's about this tall, he's got bro--oh, shit!
[Which is the last curse everyone hears as he accidentally loses his grip on his TAB and it tumbles to the floor and turns off. He'll get the hang of this eventually.]
Clearly someone isn't used to such technology. They even mutter a:]
Jesus, how does this thing--?
[Sam jumps a little as he turns the TAB to face him, only to see that it's already recording. And what a sight he is to behold, with dirt on his clothes and blood on his nose and down his left arm. He looks like he could go for a nice hot bath, or like he's just come out of a jungle.]
Holy shit, okay. Okay, uh--hey.
[That's what you're supposed to say, right? Sam gives a small little uncommitted half wave with his free hand, like he's not exactly sure if that's what he should do.]
I'm not sure if anyone is actually on the other end of this, but if there are others out there, I could use a little help. I mean I realize I'm not exactly in Kansas anymore, but space? A whole other planet? Come on, somebody's gotta be busting my balls here, right? At least buy a guy a drink and let him have a cigarette first before you throw that at him.
[He pauses as if expecting some kind of laugh track or other response, but then continues shortly after.]
Also, I--[He shifts uncomfortably, considering what he should say. It takes him a little longer than before to speak again, but once he does, he looks directly at the camera.] I'm looking for my brother. He's about this tall, he's got bro--oh, shit!
[Which is the last curse everyone hears as he accidentally loses his grip on his TAB and it tumbles to the floor and turns off. He'll get the hang of this eventually.]

voice;
How weird we talking? Like pineapple weird or anchovies weird? They at least have pepperoni, right?
[Priorities. He chuckles at the second question though, like he's laughing at himself. It's kind of a loaded question to ask, even if it should be simple.]
Yeah, about as close as two brothers can be. [Well, considering everything that's happened.] Practically raised him myself. [Okay time to change the subject] There isn't some sort of directory or something here, right? Some kind of guest list or information booth or anything like that?
voice;
[he's quiet for a moment and damn, he shouldn't have asked.] So you'd know the indian burns on his ass anywhere, right. There might be one, on the TAB. A directory, that is.
voice;
Well, I may have put some of them there myself, but yeah. If I had to look at his ass, I could probably identify him in a line of suspects. How long you been here for?
voice;
Pffft-- yeah, you're his brother alright. A couple months now I think.
voice;
Jesus, it seems like everyone's been here for at least that long. Guess I better get my space legs adjusted.
voice;
You'd better or you'll slip right through the cracks.
voice;
Got any advice?
voice;
Don't judge a book or a tentacle by its cover, don't get involved in anything that might get you killed....try not to piss off mind readers.
voice;
Jesus. They've got a real motley crew here, huh? They really got mind readers in this place?
voice;
There're really mind readers. Two people, dunno about any of the more exotic life here.
voice;
Holy shit. You know any other circumstance, and I would have said you were shitting with me. I guess I better be careful about what I think around here.
voice;
Yup, and also what you say about payin' rent. [this sounds really Specific]
Re: voice;
[He chuckles.]
My most recent time was--well, let's just say it was a bit of a misunderstanding. Got me in there for a few good years, though.
[Sucks, but he's out now.]
Sounds like somebody had some trouble with their landlord.
voice;
A misunderstanding, right. Take it you weren't squeaky clean enough to get some hotshot to prove you innocent huh.
Not exaaactly.
voice;
[Such is life. One he's apparently used to. But he's going to not so casually avoid that second remark. It's a touchy subject.]
What, you insult an alien's mother or something?
voice;
[don't think he doesn't notice, but he doesn't pursue]
It wasn't an alien or a mother?
voice;
Who'd you piss off then?
voice;
Uhhh a teenaged....telepath....
voice;
Holy shit. [Although he definitely sounds amused.] And you're still alive?
voice;
[he's definitely puffing his chest out:] Yuuup. I'm just that hard boiled.
voice;
[He chuckles.]
Better than being runny, right? What did you even do to piss them off?
voice;
That's right! [its like he Appreciates that someone gets it] I don't remember what I did but y'know.
Re: voice;
I'll have to remember to use my please and thank yous when dealing with my landlords then.
voice;
Also maybe bribe them?
Re: voice;
What, not to use their telepathy on me?
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