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thisavrou2016-06-03 08:49 am
devilofohara) wrote in thisavrou2016-06-03 08:49 am
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[The feed starts, as Robin holds her MID out away from herself a bit, giving the crew a good look at her.
It's weird, putting herself on display like this - she'd only made a few other posts on the network, but they had been text. Now, though... she's made the decision not to hide her face anymore. Besides, if someone wants to contact her in person, it'll be important that they know what she looks like.
What she looks like is a small child with black hair and... three arms. Even as she starts recording, she's multitasking - scribbling down notes with one hand in a notebook, about some pamphlets and brochures she's gotten from the planets that she's leafing through with another. Her third arm is, of course, holding her MID up.]
I'm busy, so I'll make this quick. My name is Robin and I became the ship's historian a few weeks ago.
If any of you come across any useful or interesting information about the ship or this planet's, please let me know. Send me a message, or come see me in my office on the Nomo deck.
[She only glances up at the camera occasionally as she begins to speak.]
Also if you're planning on doing some exploring and you want some help, you can send me a message as well. I can get past most locked doors, and I don't mind helping you if I can learn something from it.
[Maybe not the wisest thing to advertise over the network, but Robin doesn't mind breaking rules or getting in trouble in search of the truth.
She stops writing for a moment and looks directly at the camera, wearing a serious expression. Time to address the possibility of someone from her own world being here:]
...lastly, if anyone recognizes my name or my face from the posters back home, don't bother contacting me. You can just go to hell instead.
It's weird, putting herself on display like this - she'd only made a few other posts on the network, but they had been text. Now, though... she's made the decision not to hide her face anymore. Besides, if someone wants to contact her in person, it'll be important that they know what she looks like.
What she looks like is a small child with black hair and... three arms. Even as she starts recording, she's multitasking - scribbling down notes with one hand in a notebook, about some pamphlets and brochures she's gotten from the planets that she's leafing through with another. Her third arm is, of course, holding her MID up.]
I'm busy, so I'll make this quick. My name is Robin and I became the ship's historian a few weeks ago.
If any of you come across any useful or interesting information about the ship or this planet's, please let me know. Send me a message, or come see me in my office on the Nomo deck.
[She only glances up at the camera occasionally as she begins to speak.]
Also if you're planning on doing some exploring and you want some help, you can send me a message as well. I can get past most locked doors, and I don't mind helping you if I can learn something from it.
[Maybe not the wisest thing to advertise over the network, but Robin doesn't mind breaking rules or getting in trouble in search of the truth.
She stops writing for a moment and looks directly at the camera, wearing a serious expression. Time to address the possibility of someone from her own world being here:]
...lastly, if anyone recognizes my name or my face from the posters back home, don't bother contacting me. You can just go to hell instead.
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If you want help, I can come. Show me what you look like first though, so I know who to look for.
[Best to get a look at this guy's face before they meet up, in case he tries something.]
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Sorry I'm not better looking.
[He settles the MID lower, a more comfortable position.]
Honestly, I don't know anybody here and I don't like that. Maybe we'll hit it off, maybe we won't. But you know your way around and that's gotta mean something.