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taxonomites2010-02-16 10:38 am
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004. [location: the sept + territory]/[visual] i got to get with it
The feed starts off with a blurry image of Judith's hands as she sets the tablet up on a level surface, and then walks away to finish working on a curving symbol, in the medium of red and black spraypaint on dull brick. It's taller and broader than she is, and after she finishes outlining the tail she turns around, pulls down the bandanna protecting her nose and mouth, pushes off the headphones clasped over her ears to encircle her neck, sets her spraypaint on the ground and approaches the tablet again.
"Afternoon, Taxon, it's another wonderful fucking day in the neighbourhood," she says, her tone perhaps softer than it's been for previous broadcasts, "And I've got two things to say. The first has to do with that back there - I'm staking out turf, since it looks like nobody's gonna stop me, and that's what I'm marking it with. I've got those set up around the perimeter of my territory, you can't miss them--and if you do, here's a handy reference guide I drew up." Judith holds up a map. "But that doesn't mean you can just dick around in Speares either, that's just the line I will fucking murder you for being stupid inside of, got it? You can walk through if you don't bother anything, I don't care, but if you plan on sticking around you come talk to me or I'll treat you like an intruder--and bro, trust me, you do not want that. By the same token, though, if I like you - and I'll tell you this - I'll keep you safe in here. If any of you have any questions whatsoever about this now is the ideal time to ask me."
"Okay. Now that we've got that covered." Judith pauses, linking her paint-stained hands behind her neck. "People who've received mysterious packages in the night, we've got updates on this, and I want all of you to sign in--I don't care if you're shy, this is important for your safety and the safety of the rest of us, consider it a public service. And since this should be fair, let me give you all the run down on what we know so far: a couple of us received mysterious bits of junk in the night, from a motel that - oh, yeah, the Sunshine Motel is here, it's just abandoned and wrecked - anyway. We got these things, and they seemed useless, but I'm guessing a lot of you have noticed they're not...exactly what they looked like the first time you picked them up. So now's the time to speak up about that, and if you have questions--I'll see what I can answer. And if you have input worth anything I'll send you a bottle of whisky."
With that, she waits, the Fianna tribe symbol still clearly visible behind her.
"Afternoon, Taxon, it's another wonderful fucking day in the neighbourhood," she says, her tone perhaps softer than it's been for previous broadcasts, "And I've got two things to say. The first has to do with that back there - I'm staking out turf, since it looks like nobody's gonna stop me, and that's what I'm marking it with. I've got those set up around the perimeter of my territory, you can't miss them--and if you do, here's a handy reference guide I drew up." Judith holds up a map. "But that doesn't mean you can just dick around in Speares either, that's just the line I will fucking murder you for being stupid inside of, got it? You can walk through if you don't bother anything, I don't care, but if you plan on sticking around you come talk to me or I'll treat you like an intruder--and bro, trust me, you do not want that. By the same token, though, if I like you - and I'll tell you this - I'll keep you safe in here. If any of you have any questions whatsoever about this now is the ideal time to ask me."
"Okay. Now that we've got that covered." Judith pauses, linking her paint-stained hands behind her neck. "People who've received mysterious packages in the night, we've got updates on this, and I want all of you to sign in--I don't care if you're shy, this is important for your safety and the safety of the rest of us, consider it a public service. And since this should be fair, let me give you all the run down on what we know so far: a couple of us received mysterious bits of junk in the night, from a motel that - oh, yeah, the Sunshine Motel is here, it's just abandoned and wrecked - anyway. We got these things, and they seemed useless, but I'm guessing a lot of you have noticed they're not...exactly what they looked like the first time you picked them up. So now's the time to speak up about that, and if you have questions--I'll see what I can answer. And if you have input worth anything I'll send you a bottle of whisky."
With that, she waits, the Fianna tribe symbol still clearly visible behind her.