001
[sounds of rustling, a breath out.]
Well, seems I've landed myself in a downright Wonderland. Can't say I'm too upset about it. This little turn of events is better than I thought I'd get, once the curtain fell. Wasn't really sure I'd be somewhere so pleasant, that's all. It's hard t'think I'd be pullin' the existential card so close t'death, but t'be honest, I can't really remember anything. 'Least, nothin' like last thoughts, beyond ... [low, shaky laugh] Doesn't matter, I s'pose.
Found out there's only one other from Rapture here... well, so far. Jack Ryan. [A grin can be heard in his voice] Can't believe my luck. The "prodigal son", in Wonderland. Can't wait t'see where it leads me. I fancy it'll be somewhere damn interestin'.
Have some new ideas for some Plasmids. Never really thought anythin' about this stuff when I was in Rapture, but now that I'm here, with nothin' t'do? Makes a fella think. Maybe I can jerry-rig this here closet and pull somethin' new outta my hat. Maybe I can talk to those vendors down the way. There's gotta be somethin'.
If that falls through, well... I'm goin' t'be one bored man. Can't really find anythin' t'do beyond smoke and drink, but drinkin' makes the ... hunger .. worse. Not really another name for it, I s'pose, and I sure as hell am not goin' t'go lookin' for one. It's not somethin' I enjoy bein' stuck with. It's especially somethin' I'm not goin' t'be toyin' with, besides the smokin', t'keep it at bay.
...I did find me a mess of Accu-vox diaries in the closet, though, so I guess I could start keepin' diaries again. About what? Damned if I know.
If any'a you out there feel like chimin' in, feel free. I'd love t'hear whatever it is you do when you're bored. Hell, I'm bored enough t'talk t'anyone right about now, about anythin'.
Well, seems I've landed myself in a downright Wonderland. Can't say I'm too upset about it. This little turn of events is better than I thought I'd get, once the curtain fell. Wasn't really sure I'd be somewhere so pleasant, that's all. It's hard t'think I'd be pullin' the existential card so close t'death, but t'be honest, I can't really remember anything. 'Least, nothin' like last thoughts, beyond ... [low, shaky laugh] Doesn't matter, I s'pose.
Found out there's only one other from Rapture here... well, so far. Jack Ryan. [A grin can be heard in his voice] Can't believe my luck. The "prodigal son", in Wonderland. Can't wait t'see where it leads me. I fancy it'll be somewhere damn interestin'.
Have some new ideas for some Plasmids. Never really thought anythin' about this stuff when I was in Rapture, but now that I'm here, with nothin' t'do? Makes a fella think. Maybe I can jerry-rig this here closet and pull somethin' new outta my hat. Maybe I can talk to those vendors down the way. There's gotta be somethin'.
If that falls through, well... I'm goin' t'be one bored man. Can't really find anythin' t'do beyond smoke and drink, but drinkin' makes the ... hunger .. worse. Not really another name for it, I s'pose, and I sure as hell am not goin' t'go lookin' for one. It's not somethin' I enjoy bein' stuck with. It's especially somethin' I'm not goin' t'be toyin' with, besides the smokin', t'keep it at bay.
...I did find me a mess of Accu-vox diaries in the closet, though, so I guess I could start keepin' diaries again. About what? Damned if I know.
If any'a you out there feel like chimin' in, feel free. I'd love t'hear whatever it is you do when you're bored. Hell, I'm bored enough t'talk t'anyone right about now, about anythin'.