text. august 24th. late morning.
[writing.] Text.
[verbal.] Voice.
[camera.] Video!
[the man's not too far from the camera, smiling face, glasses, uniform and all; there's a bandage around his right arm, but it's tidy enough. leaning back, after a moment, and anyone apt in military ranks is free to notice his uniform's a lieutenant colonel's.]
It's sure nice to see that everyone's lively, for everything to be said about a city named Death! There's quite a system going on around here, too, with the time crunches that have to be appearing every time someone sits down to relax. -- But, hey. They said these things are connected to nearly everyone in the entire city - accessible at any time! - so weird as it feels to be talking into a screen, I should be getting to the point, hugh?
[leaning forward again, friendliness abundant. for all that he says he's unused to using laptop, he's even raising a hand in a pseudo wave.]
Yo. The name's Maes Hughes. From Amestris, before anyone asks that - different world, far as I can see, planet included. [the light's catching his glasses in a bit of glare, sorry about that.] There wouldn't happen to be a postal service back to home, would there be? I've got a wife and kid who are probably a bit worried-- they're both amazing, by the way, I'll have to show some pictures later- or, well, sooner than later! - And a buddy, too, but first-
[ahem!]
Who's all on the other side of this screen, anyway?
[verbal.] Voice.
[camera.] Video!
[the man's not too far from the camera, smiling face, glasses, uniform and all; there's a bandage around his right arm, but it's tidy enough. leaning back, after a moment, and anyone apt in military ranks is free to notice his uniform's a lieutenant colonel's.]
It's sure nice to see that everyone's lively, for everything to be said about a city named Death! There's quite a system going on around here, too, with the time crunches that have to be appearing every time someone sits down to relax. -- But, hey. They said these things are connected to nearly everyone in the entire city - accessible at any time! - so weird as it feels to be talking into a screen, I should be getting to the point, hugh?
[leaning forward again, friendliness abundant. for all that he says he's unused to using laptop, he's even raising a hand in a pseudo wave.]
Yo. The name's Maes Hughes. From Amestris, before anyone asks that - different world, far as I can see, planet included. [the light's catching his glasses in a bit of glare, sorry about that.] There wouldn't happen to be a postal service back to home, would there be? I've got a wife and kid who are probably a bit worried-- they're both amazing, by the way, I'll have to show some pictures later- or, well, sooner than later! - And a buddy, too, but first-
[ahem!]
Who's all on the other side of this screen, anyway?