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tushanshu2013-06-26 05:31 pm
coneofsilence) wrote in tushanshu2013-06-26 05:31 pm
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▻ᴠ ɪ ᴅ ᴇ ᴏ [ .001 ]
[ At first, there's just a hand waving side to side in front of the camera, the face that shows as it passes focused on the screen of the console below, like watching that the feed is running. For the moment, he's talking aloud to an assumed someone else in the room while he types at the console, eyes something critical and curious on the screen. ] Since when did the Chinese Culture Fest get such good funding? And move into Brooklyn...
This console is like the tech level my grandma used. [ He glances to the side, calling out to someone off-screen. ] Is this seriously what you guys work with on the other side, Lincoln? Really not getting how you all got one up on us.
[ Okay, clearing his throat and looking back, because he needs to do his job now, and he holds up a badge that looks like a weird version of an FBI badge to the camera. ] This is Captain Lincoln Lee of Fringe Division. [ So it may totally seem like he was just talking to himself a second ago when he asked ‘Lincoln’ a question. Spoilers: it’s actually kind of true :| If you pay attention close and squint hard enough you may spot someone completely identical to him passing by behind, with the exception of glasses and differing clothes. ]
I got the new universe spiel already, and while I have enough experience with that to handle it, you cannot pay me enough to buy into this being some mystical plane between life and death. [ This is Lincoln's ‘turtle pls’ face. ] Not that I’m saying I’m outside of believing in Something Greater, but that's pushing it.
So's the giant turtle thing.
[ Anyway, back to business. ]
Not sure how much this world is acquainted with breaching alternate universes, but if this universe has a Fringe Division, I need to speak with your Colonel ASAP. If not that, your Department of Defense. [ here’s hoping they’ve got Broyles here and not some other douchebag to get acquainted with. Not that Broyles is terrible easy to deal with, but at least it’d be more of a comfort. Lincoln pulls up what looks like a super-future iPad and begins looking over it - the screen not visible from the console’s camera angle, and his voice is distracted. ] I don’t know how we got crossed over but I do not have the time to be out of my world right now.
Also, I’m looking for another agent - Olivia Dunham. Caucasian, 5’8”, long red-brown hair with bangs. Weirdly magnetic smartass with a bad habit of doing exactly what you tell her not to. [ The last bit a little fondly, and which hurts a little more than he wants to let on. He hasn’t seen her and she hasn’t checked in and that is extremely out of the norm and he is not the least bit comfortable with it. ]
I’d appreciate a call if she turns up anywhere. [ Short sigh, and a wry tone ] Tell her her parents are waiting to collect her at the front desk.
[[ ooc; Scotty, OULincoln mun, just got slammed with work unexpectedly, so she'll be back in a bit, but she may threadjack in occasionally, so if you'd rather she not, just put a note in the header. Also, this post is made from the console in OULincoln's room. ]]
This console is like the tech level my grandma used. [ He glances to the side, calling out to someone off-screen. ] Is this seriously what you guys work with on the other side, Lincoln? Really not getting how you all got one up on us.
[ Okay, clearing his throat and looking back, because he needs to do his job now, and he holds up a badge that looks like a weird version of an FBI badge to the camera. ] This is Captain Lincoln Lee of Fringe Division. [ So it may totally seem like he was just talking to himself a second ago when he asked ‘Lincoln’ a question. Spoilers: it’s actually kind of true :| If you pay attention close and squint hard enough you may spot someone completely identical to him passing by behind, with the exception of glasses and differing clothes. ]
I got the new universe spiel already, and while I have enough experience with that to handle it, you cannot pay me enough to buy into this being some mystical plane between life and death. [ This is Lincoln's ‘turtle pls’ face. ] Not that I’m saying I’m outside of believing in Something Greater, but that's pushing it.
So's the giant turtle thing.
[ Anyway, back to business. ]
Not sure how much this world is acquainted with breaching alternate universes, but if this universe has a Fringe Division, I need to speak with your Colonel ASAP. If not that, your Department of Defense. [ here’s hoping they’ve got Broyles here and not some other douchebag to get acquainted with. Not that Broyles is terrible easy to deal with, but at least it’d be more of a comfort. Lincoln pulls up what looks like a super-future iPad and begins looking over it - the screen not visible from the console’s camera angle, and his voice is distracted. ] I don’t know how we got crossed over but I do not have the time to be out of my world right now.
Also, I’m looking for another agent - Olivia Dunham. Caucasian, 5’8”, long red-brown hair with bangs. Weirdly magnetic smartass with a bad habit of doing exactly what you tell her not to. [ The last bit a little fondly, and which hurts a little more than he wants to let on. He hasn’t seen her and she hasn’t checked in and that is extremely out of the norm and he is not the least bit comfortable with it. ]
I’d appreciate a call if she turns up anywhere. [ Short sigh, and a wry tone ] Tell her her parents are waiting to collect her at the front desk.
[[ ooc; Scotty, OULincoln mun, just got slammed with work unexpectedly, so she'll be back in a bit, but she may threadjack in occasionally, so if you'd rather she not, just put a note in the header. Also, this post is made from the console in OULincoln's room. ]]