[video; open]

[original_fine]

[Jim's propped up in a dingy hospital room, looking worse for wear but better than he has been. Not that anyone's seen him since the attack. (ooc: Yes, I'm handwaving that he threw himself into protecting others, and was injured.)]

My apologies to those I made arrangements with earlier and failed to follow through on. My special apologies to those hurt in the attack. I... underestimated their firepower.

[Yes, he's been out of commission since then, in a coma and healing.]

I'd like to know if we've learned anything else about why it happened. And I want to throw my efforts back into the plans to organize. Commander Shepard, Colonel Telford, I know you've been attempting this. Any progress? Any use for a man with leadership and combat experience? [He smiles wryly.] My recent performance notwithstanding.


[private to River Tam]

Miss Tam, your broadcast of several days ago concerns me. Are you there?

[OPEN; VOICE]

[boygodofneuro]

[The sound pops a few times, the microphone getting jostled all over because the guy holding this communicator? Yeah, he's flipping out something fierce.]

No, no, no, this is so-- Oh man. Oh man. Every kind of not good, it's--

[Awkward, nervous chuckle.]

Help destroy the mainframe, get sucked into it. It's like living The Matrix except I'm not Neo and I--

This is one hell of a mental sock, I mean, wacky space ship, big fancy dome that screams perfect, idealized society free of worry and then all the little people trapped on the outside. Sounds like the premise to a summer blockbuster! Or a B movie on SyFy. But it's not. It's gotta be part of the illusion my brain cooked up to constantly keep the adrenaline running.

So, if I'm gonna believe Echo, Priya and Anthony about their reports on what this whole Attic thing is like, where's the constant conflict, the puzzle I keep looping through, never able to solve no matter which way I think about it...?

Oh, oh! Can I take a guess? Because it's a pretty good guess. I'm gonna keep walking down this quaint little path and I'm gonna find Boyd and his little buddy Clyde in Saunders holding Bennett hostage or something. Save the girl, they get on with the thoughtpocalypse. Let them kill Bennett again and bam! Loop stars all over again and never get to know if it saved the world because I just get to agonize over the choice again! And again! Oh man, that sounds like so much fun! Bundles-o-fun like none other! I just can't wait to feel--

I, ah, Yeah. Gonna shut up now, I think.

Voice

[outer_npcs]

Hello. There is a building behind Edmund's that I have made available to all new arrivals and locals. The roof is patched and there are no leaks.

[He sounds a little awkward]

There is food and drink available. Some of you have brought in such a large volume of food since your arrival it's-- uh, fitting that it is shared with everyone.

Edmund has generously [feel that sarcasm] provided a supply of drinks. Uh, fermented. I mean, Alcohol.

There is a modest number of beds in the building if you want a warmer space to ride out the storm.

(ooc log here)

First Test ✖ Voice

[waspromisedcake]

[There's the sound of a thunderstorm overhead and rain plopping down on the ground. For someone who hasn't been out in the rain for many years, this is a Big Deal.]

Is it safe to be outside?

video | open

[fireofunknown]

[A man stands out in the open rainstorm, blond hair matted to his forehead as his head leans back to let the drops hit down on his face.

There would be normally nothing unusual about this...except for the clouds of steam rolling off from his body and a faintly audible hiss.]

Nice weather we're having.

[He looks down, puts a cigarette into his mouth and exhales. The tip burns bright, then dims and smokes. He covers his free hand over it to avoid the rain.]

So now that the ice is broken-- [He takes a drag and exhales out his nose.]

Someone wanna give me directions to the information desk? I seemed to have lost my tourist information on random-ass-padded-wall-worthy-oh-my-fucking-god-is-that-a-space-ship land.