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♒sigyn freyasdotter (princess of vanaheim) ([personal profile] fotlenke) wrote in [community profile] outer_divide2012-12-10 12:55 pm

Fettered worker [video] (week 20 - Sunday)

[ The video opens to a very bland view of the ceiling in one of the hospital's patient rooms. But despite the view, you can tell that there's definitely something going on. A female voice, young no doubt, is singing. It is nothing that anyone can translate (unless they are from the culture or have the gift of a talented tongue) but it is soothing, stark comparison of brightness to the gray, dulled atmosphere of the room. ]

₮サ∑Я∑ ς∆㎡∑ ∆ レ∆∂ㄚ モ∆∑ ₮サ∑ ῳ∑ㄅ₮
ῳサ◊ レ∑モ₮ и◊₮ ◊и∑ ς◊レ∂ ㎡∆и サ∑Я∑;
ㄅサ∑ ㄅ㎡∑レレ∑∂ ◊モ ₮Я∑∑ㄅ ∆и∂ ◊ς∑∆и ๒Я∑∑z∑,
₮サ∑ レ∆∂ㄚ ◊モ ₮サ∑ √∆иⅰЯ.

[ The sound of fabric shifting and then a hand in the camera's view -- before the device is knocked off its flat surface. ]

-- Ohhh!!

[ But before the device can hit the tiled floor (and possibly break) it is caught, the face of a familiar young goddess now in the video's sight. ]

My apologies! [ She may be holding the device, but she's not looking into it. Rather, her eyes are upon something (someone) off to the side out of the video's camera range. ] I wanted to share something of my home with everyone. [ She sets the device back onto surface -- a brief glimpse in its turn before being set down shows a (sleeping?) woman in a hospital gown, and then Sigyn's hand in the woman's. ] There is no actual purpose behind this message besides my wanting to speak with someone who can take my mind far from these grim circumstances.
catchingflies: (yeah right)

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[personal profile] catchingflies 2012-12-17 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
Uh-huh. Right. Good fer you.

[He'll just, uh. Be going now, thanks. He's got enough people with god-complexes in his life, he doesn't need someone literally claiming to be a god.]

My rat-monsters need feeding. Guess I'll, uh, talk to you later.
catchingflies: (unconcerned)

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[personal profile] catchingflies 2012-12-17 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
[She might just catch a muttered:]

That makes two of us, lady.

[But then the feed is cut, and there's nothing more to be said. Todd gives his attention back to catching birds for the babies, glad that Magneto never got around to claiming godhood.]