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[The video starts up with a green face right up close to the camera, although the owner of said face quickly steps back and squints at the recording device with a critical eye, muttering to herself:]
Hmm... These new devices are at least less obtrusive than the old MIDs were. That's a definite improvement.
[With that little comment out of the way, it's on to the actual message. When she speaks, it turns out her voice is pretty nasally. Grating, even.]
A-hem. Peridot here. Facet-- [She cuts off with a grunt and looks askance, muttering to herself again.] No, I suppose using my full identifier isn't necessary... as far as I am aware there are no other peridots present on this station. [Pause.] Unless there are, now...?
Rrrgh, whatever! This is Peridot-- Facet 2F5L Cut 5XG, if that means anything to you-- also known as the greatest and most important of all Peridots! [Her expression darkens considerably before she continues.] ALSO also known as the Peridot that the Ingress apparently has some kind of grudge against. If any of the old crew are still present on this station, you may remember that I used to run a workshop on the Moira. From my perspective I literally just left that cruddy space tub on another smaller, slightly less cruddy space tub. Now all of a sudden I'm here on this station, and APPARENTLY, 300 years have somehow passed?
[She sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of her nose with two disembodied fingers, and continues without looking up.] Anyway. Since complaining about the situation hardly seems like the most expedient use of my energy, I'll use my test of this new communication device to request the following: If any of my fellow seceding crew members have also arrived here, please contact me immediately. Or even if you aren't one of them, and just happen to have info about whether any of them are here, that's fine too! I'm looking for Jasper, Sans, Ratchet, Starflight, and Doc Yewll, among others.
[The gem starts to get up and reach to turn the device off, but then pauses, stepping back to address the camera one more time.]
Oh yeah. I'm also curious to know if any of the following former crew members of the Moira are still present: [And she ticks them off on her fingers.] Megatron, Bruce Banner, Niko Bellic, and-- Riptide! Riptide, if you're still here, I'd like to know where my dog is? Thanks.
Okay. Peridot, out.
Hmm... These new devices are at least less obtrusive than the old MIDs were. That's a definite improvement.
[With that little comment out of the way, it's on to the actual message. When she speaks, it turns out her voice is pretty nasally. Grating, even.]
A-hem. Peridot here. Facet-- [She cuts off with a grunt and looks askance, muttering to herself again.] No, I suppose using my full identifier isn't necessary... as far as I am aware there are no other peridots present on this station. [Pause.] Unless there are, now...?
Rrrgh, whatever! This is Peridot-- Facet 2F5L Cut 5XG, if that means anything to you-- also known as the greatest and most important of all Peridots! [Her expression darkens considerably before she continues.] ALSO also known as the Peridot that the Ingress apparently has some kind of grudge against. If any of the old crew are still present on this station, you may remember that I used to run a workshop on the Moira. From my perspective I literally just left that cruddy space tub on another smaller, slightly less cruddy space tub. Now all of a sudden I'm here on this station, and APPARENTLY, 300 years have somehow passed?
[She sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of her nose with two disembodied fingers, and continues without looking up.] Anyway. Since complaining about the situation hardly seems like the most expedient use of my energy, I'll use my test of this new communication device to request the following: If any of my fellow seceding crew members have also arrived here, please contact me immediately. Or even if you aren't one of them, and just happen to have info about whether any of them are here, that's fine too! I'm looking for Jasper, Sans, Ratchet, Starflight, and Doc Yewll, among others.
[The gem starts to get up and reach to turn the device off, but then pauses, stepping back to address the camera one more time.]
Oh yeah. I'm also curious to know if any of the following former crew members of the Moira are still present: [And she ticks them off on her fingers.] Megatron, Bruce Banner, Niko Bellic, and-- Riptide! Riptide, if you're still here, I'd like to know where my dog is? Thanks.
Okay. Peridot, out.
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Maybe we'll get to work together, huh? We got the green tech-y thing goin' on!
[and similar visors. damn. is he a peridot in her world? lúcio hopes so.]
Same as me, I'd hope. They got pulled back through the Ingress but... didn't come back.
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I see...
[She seems a little bit downtrodden at that thought? But, this is early canon Peri we're dealing with here, so she quickly deflects by changing the subject. IT WON'T DO TO BE SEEN HAVING AN EMOTION.]
Disregarding that. Teamwork is surprisingly beneficial, I have found. [Who'd've thunk. She's also learned by now that organics can be surprisingly impressive with engineering sometimes, so she's not about to write the notion off.] Tell me, what kind of 'tech' do you specialize in? Also, I don't believe you provided me with your designation...?
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[he knew a couple of them. yewell, especially, he was fond of.]
Programming, mostly, and makin' sure stuff isn't easy to break. I usually work with holo stuff. You?
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[he laughs, pointedly not feeling bad about himself.]
Well, maybe I'll end up learning from you, huh?
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[She is not joking even a little bit here.]
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[that... might be a start.]
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Gimme a shout if you need help, yeah?
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[This guy is so disarmingly friendly wtf]
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Thanks, P. Stay safe.