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001 // [ACCIDENTAL VIDEO] // Is that an anchovy in my hair?

May 18, 2010 15:47

[If you happen to catch this transmission you will see an empty room, small and generic, perhaps very much like your own before you decided to customise it. There is the usual bed, the usual closet, one door leading to the bathroom and- oh look, somebody's home ( Read more... )

huh? radio?, .ic, guess this beats dying, [c.] gokudera hayato, [c.] rose hathaway, [c.] shirosaki hichigo, [video] general, [c.] kanami yuta, [c.] coraline, [c.] jack ryan, [c.] sora, [video] introduction, every time is nico-time, [c.] vivi orunitia, [c.] america, [c.] augustus sinclair, [c.] cindy meltzer, [c.] elaine belloc, [c.] allen walker, [c.] stellar loussier, stupid seaweed

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[audio] if you want, we can play around with memories and stuff! :D And welcome! worldentire May 19 2010, 03:01:02 UTC

[Just about chokes on his own cigarette at the sound of her voice.]

... [coughs, pauses] Dr. Lamb, is it? [his voice is so flat and neutral one almost can't tell it's him, unless they were trying]

[VIDEO] Oh yay! :D echo_of_utopia May 19 2010, 05:25:33 UTC

Yes, that's right.

[She smiles, taps the screen with her finger.]

I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't actually see you.

[stubbornly audio] worldentire May 19 2010, 05:29:46 UTC

[He stares at the screen with some hideous, nauseating mix of fear and hatred. Shakily he lights a new cigarette, lets out a very uneasy breath.]

... you ... drowned, didn't you. [He's keeping his voice as neutral as possible - difficult, considering his accent, but made easier by the numb disbelief creeping into his voice, accentuating the flat syllables.]

[SHAMELESSLY VIDEO] echo_of_utopia May 19 2010, 05:49:00 UTC

[Her smile instantly vanishes. Her hair may still contain a dead fish or two be dripping slightly, but she even has dry clothes now and even so, that is one thing about her arrival she completely and deliberately didn't mention to anyone yet, so she doesn't fancy a random voice bringing it up now.]

I did? [And there it is again, the impeccable smile.] Now why would you assume that?

[TERRIFIED AUDIO NOW, OHGOD D8] worldentire May 19 2010, 05:55:32 UTC

[the flat, slightly terrified voice is hoarse, now. He keeps thinking "I shouldn't have said that".] ...there's seaweed in your hair.

[BOLD AND SEAWEEDFUL VIDEO] echo_of_utopia May 19 2010, 06:04:14 UTC

...so there is.

[She reaches up and fishes another strand of seaweed out of her hair, then turns to the monitor again.]

I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch your name.

[STRUCK SILENT AUDIO] also, I adore your Lamb. <3 worldentire May 19 2010, 06:12:59 UTC

[He grasps at words and can't find anything to say. Her voice just strikes him silent. What little he does manage to say is almost strangled.] I-I... don't...

[♥ FRIENDLY AND HELPFUL VIDEO ♥] Also thanks, same to you! <3 echo_of_utopia May 19 2010, 14:14:26 UTC

...

You're not a very sociable person, are you?

[Cue diabetes-inducingly sweet smile.] Now, take a deep breath and we will try again.

[Very slow and deliberate] Hello. I am Doctor Sofia Lamb. What is your name?

[audio with NEW RESOLVE! and locked from Jack, my god] thank you! <3 worldentire May 19 2010, 16:20:15 UTC

[shakes himself, lights another cigarette as the old one dies, and takes a very shaky breath. He pauses before clicking the audio back on, swallowing and preparing himself. Once it's on, he clears his throat, though his voice is still tense and hoarse.] My name is of little consequence, Doc. [Even with the flat, uncomfortable tones he's drawling, putting up a much, much stronger front than he feels.] What a fun little family reunion this happens t'be.

[VIDEO OF GROWING SUSPICION AND DISAPPROVAL] echo_of_utopia May 19 2010, 16:49:18 UTC

No name? No face? Why, you're hardly anybody at all then, are you?

[She smiles. Not at all sweetly.]

[audio of SUDDEN GAINED GROUND! and still locked to Jack. don't ask why] worldentire May 19 2010, 16:56:52 UTC

Sorry t'disappoint, Doc, but as far as I'm concerned you haven't earned it. [His tone takes on a vicious streak as he gains more ground.] Did it hurt, drownin'? Did you die alone?

[VIDEO OF I THINK SHE'S GOT IT] echo_of_utopia May 19 2010, 17:45:40 UTC

[For a brief moment her eyes widen and she is shaking. The moment passes so quickly, you might even think her expression never changed at all.

No doubt, there is something about her own death that upsets her, so much that it takes a great deal of her strength to hide it.

On the plus side, the task comes a lot easier once she has made up her mind about just who it is she's talking to.]

Funny. I was almost about to ask you the same thing, but of course we already know the answer, don't we?

[audio of VERY SERIOUS FACE. trust me.] also, today I found out that HEY I KNOW WHO YOU ARE!! worldentire May 20 2010, 04:34:07 UTC

[snort] Looks like everythin' just fell apart for you. Can't say I'm too surprised, honestly. And how is Momma's little Utopian? Wasn't she with you?

[bitterly] Was it all worth it?

[VIDEO OF THAT'S IT, I'M OUTTA HERE] My secret identity?!? Noooooo!!! D': *TERROR* echo_of_utopia May 20 2010, 12:40:21 UTC

[Sofia chooses to ignore his first question. She suspects Sinclair knows the answer already anyway, but more importantly, at this point she doesn't at all trust herself to talk about Eleanor and remain calm.]

Paradise is worth sacrifices greater than you could possibly imagine.

...

Now, I would love to stay and catch up, but I have yet to see the world outside of this room; time may be endless here, but that is hardly a reason to let it go to waste.

[She reaches for the screen...]

Goodbye, Mister Sinclair. See you again soon.

[...and turns it off.]

[OHSHI- action] psssh you know me. ;3 don't even worry about it. worldentire May 20 2010, 15:57:19 UTC

[He stares at the communicator for a moment, trying to comprehend the emotions he's fighting. Finally, he stands and swiftly locks the door - if one can call a chair against the knob locking it - and paces the room for a long, long time.]

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