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taxonomites2010-02-09 02:54 pm
inquitvigiliant.livejournal.com) wrote in taxonomites2010-02-09 02:54 pm
[HOLO] And where do all these highways go, now that we are free?
The holo shows a graying middle-aged man, dressed in a brown tweed suit and wearing wire-rimmed glasses. He looks puzzled and wary, and like he's doing his best to hide both emotions.
"Hello! Can anyone hear me?" His voice echoes a little as he moves slowly down the steps from the arrival chamber to take in his surroundings. With a sigh, he pulls off his glasses and rubs the back of his hand across his eyes, moving his arm away as he catches sight of the bracelet. He runs his fingers over the metal band, searching for a clasp or perhaps an engraving, muttering again under his breath about runes and enchantments.
"Most definitely not Sumerian-" he murmurs, cutting himself off when he spots the tablet on the pedestal. Tilting his head, he picks it up to examine it. "Some sort of mobile?" He pokes hesitantly at the device, straightening in surprise when a three-dimensional map appears, and permitting himself a small smile of satisfaction at having seemingly worked out at least part of the object's function.
"Well, why not? The worst that can happen is nothing, I just stand here feeling like a fool. Wouldn't be the first time." In a slightly louder voice, obviously addressing the tablet, he adds, "If anyone can hear me, I appear to be...well, a bit lost. Perhaps...more than a bit, to be honest, I seem to be in some sort of holding cell with no memory of how I arrived here. And I'd be rather indebted if um, well if anyone can hear this, if you'd take a message to a young woman named Buffy."
[ooc: I aaaam at work and thus subject to work distractions, so apologies in advance for slow tagging.]
"Hello! Can anyone hear me?" His voice echoes a little as he moves slowly down the steps from the arrival chamber to take in his surroundings. With a sigh, he pulls off his glasses and rubs the back of his hand across his eyes, moving his arm away as he catches sight of the bracelet. He runs his fingers over the metal band, searching for a clasp or perhaps an engraving, muttering again under his breath about runes and enchantments.
"Most definitely not Sumerian-" he murmurs, cutting himself off when he spots the tablet on the pedestal. Tilting his head, he picks it up to examine it. "Some sort of mobile?" He pokes hesitantly at the device, straightening in surprise when a three-dimensional map appears, and permitting himself a small smile of satisfaction at having seemingly worked out at least part of the object's function.
"Well, why not? The worst that can happen is nothing, I just stand here feeling like a fool. Wouldn't be the first time." In a slightly louder voice, obviously addressing the tablet, he adds, "If anyone can hear me, I appear to be...well, a bit lost. Perhaps...more than a bit, to be honest, I seem to be in some sort of holding cell with no memory of how I arrived here. And I'd be rather indebted if um, well if anyone can hear this, if you'd take a message to a young woman named Buffy."
[ooc: I aaaam at work and thus subject to work distractions, so apologies in advance for slow tagging.]