[video]
[the stream buzzes into life looking down at a city street in motion: a pair of shoes jerks into frame for one moment before everything blurs into streaks as the hand holding it jumps, slightly, the mic picking up every rustle and jostle of the handheld comm like a hammer-fall. the view blurs again and the comm owner finally comes into view, a vague blur of color before the camera's autofocus reveals her as a bespectacled teenager, red hair blowing in and out of her face in the wind. she stares at the camera for a moment, mouth working behind a pair of pressed-thin lips.]
Hello, I guess?
[she blinks, working her lower lip between her teeth a few times, back and forth. the nervousness fades, making the confusion that's inspired it more obvious.]
I'm, uh ... my name's Mary Jane Watson. I just arrived a few minutes ago? I'm still getting my bearings, but I thought I'd check out this phone they gave me first and ... introduce myself.
So hi. Hello. It's nice to meet you. I don't understand any of what just happened, I think I'm still in shock.
And this is like tumblr, right? Sort of. So we can probably use it for tumblr-like things, uh, so ... why don't you ... tell me something about yourselves? Like people do on tumblr? (Oh my god, I sound so lame. Hold on.)
[the view shoves away, wheeling under the sky, the edges of rooftops and streetlights slicing in and out of frame. finally, it slows, refocusing on her face. she looks into the lens levelly.]
I'll go first. Six months ago, I saw this city - except ... not this city, I guess, because this isn't New York, right? - destroyed. By a man named Magneto. Just - the entirety of Manhattan. Flooded. Why? Because he didn't like how it looked, I don't know. Does it matter? That Starbucks I just passed, it was a Starbucks six months ago too. Its owners never came back. Where - where I'm from, it's a pizza place now.
So that's what I'm, um, dealing with. Right now.
But I have no idea who's even listening to me. So why don't you, um, why don't you tell me.
[a small, self-deprecating smile.]
... you - uh - know, if you want. I don't have much else to do right now besides listen.
[[OH MY GOD YOU GUYS ARE WONDERFUL I'M SORRY I TAG SO ... SLOWLY ... I WILL RETURN IN THE MORNING SEE YOU THEN THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING SO GREAT]]
Hello, I guess?
[she blinks, working her lower lip between her teeth a few times, back and forth. the nervousness fades, making the confusion that's inspired it more obvious.]
I'm, uh ... my name's Mary Jane Watson. I just arrived a few minutes ago? I'm still getting my bearings, but I thought I'd check out this phone they gave me first and ... introduce myself.
So hi. Hello. It's nice to meet you. I don't understand any of what just happened, I think I'm still in shock.
And this is like tumblr, right? Sort of. So we can probably use it for tumblr-like things, uh, so ... why don't you ... tell me something about yourselves? Like people do on tumblr? (Oh my god, I sound so lame. Hold on.)
[the view shoves away, wheeling under the sky, the edges of rooftops and streetlights slicing in and out of frame. finally, it slows, refocusing on her face. she looks into the lens levelly.]
I'll go first. Six months ago, I saw this city - except ... not this city, I guess, because this isn't New York, right? - destroyed. By a man named Magneto. Just - the entirety of Manhattan. Flooded. Why? Because he didn't like how it looked, I don't know. Does it matter? That Starbucks I just passed, it was a Starbucks six months ago too. Its owners never came back. Where - where I'm from, it's a pizza place now.
So that's what I'm, um, dealing with. Right now.
But I have no idea who's even listening to me. So why don't you, um, why don't you tell me.
[a small, self-deprecating smile.]
... you - uh - know, if you want. I don't have much else to do right now besides listen.
[[OH MY GOD YOU GUYS ARE WONDERFUL I'M SORRY I TAG SO ... SLOWLY ... I WILL RETURN IN THE MORNING SEE YOU THEN THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING SO GREAT]]