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tushanshu2013-09-05 09:27 pm
strategisch) wrote in tushanshu2013-09-05 09:27 pm
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1st; video
[The feed begins without warning, picturing a young blonde boy sitting at his console. He’s slowly—oh so slowly, like the world’s most meticulous woodpecker—typing at the keyboard. One letter at a time. Tap. Tap. Tap. His gaze keeps switching from his hands to his screen, squinting, cocking his eyebrow, leaning in or out to get a better look, with an expression of concentration so intense it’s a wonder he hasn’t set fire to anything yet.]
[It’s obvious he’s never seen a computer, or anything remotely like it, in his life.]
[In the background, another boy is pacing around. Despite looking far more ragged than Armin, he seems to have limitless energy. He’s moving furniture, asking if Armin’s gotten the “lightsbox” working yet, switching light switches on and off, and eventually settling for carrying a lamp around.]
[They're both wearing a peculiar sort of uniform with a winged emblem on the shoulder and back, and for some reason, a very complex harness of belts.]
[Armin keeps on hunting and pecking as he was until he glances up to the monitor again, and notices something different.]
Recording…?
[He looks up out of the corner of his eye as he tries to remember what he was explained that implies. Surprise crosses his face as it returns to him.]
Ah, yes, recording-- Eren! I think I've gotten it to start showing us to everyone else!
[His friend shouts from the background]
Ask who's there! Anyone we know? Who's there?!
I suppose that's as good of a question as any... Is there anyone out there that we would know?
My name is Armin Arlert, of the 104th Trainee's Squad, presently in the Scouting Legion-- although I doubt that holds much weight here. Anyone from our "world" would be familiar with those terms though, so please, if you are, respond. And anyone else for that matter, who isn't a Kedan; what is Keeliai, exactly? Why are we brought here? What is beyond these walls? What could this city possibly be a stronghold against?
[He looks concerned, and leans back in his chair a little. There had to be some sort of threat, if they bothered with security... And he tended to think of such things in bad-as-possible terms.]
[Eren seems very grimly determined to ruin his eyesight as he tries to figure out how electricity works, switching his lamp on and off.]
...This place can't be any good if Mikasa isn't here too. [He mutters bitterly.]
[Armin sighs, because he feels the same way. He stares off blankly.]
We'll find her. It's only a matter of time.
ooc: [Joint post between Armin Arlert and Eren Yaeger. Specify who you want, or not, or both! Expect threadjacking, and lots of it.]
[It’s obvious he’s never seen a computer, or anything remotely like it, in his life.]
[In the background, another boy is pacing around. Despite looking far more ragged than Armin, he seems to have limitless energy. He’s moving furniture, asking if Armin’s gotten the “lightsbox” working yet, switching light switches on and off, and eventually settling for carrying a lamp around.]
[They're both wearing a peculiar sort of uniform with a winged emblem on the shoulder and back, and for some reason, a very complex harness of belts.]
[Armin keeps on hunting and pecking as he was until he glances up to the monitor again, and notices something different.]
Recording…?
[He looks up out of the corner of his eye as he tries to remember what he was explained that implies. Surprise crosses his face as it returns to him.]
Ah, yes, recording-- Eren! I think I've gotten it to start showing us to everyone else!
[His friend shouts from the background]
Ask who's there! Anyone we know? Who's there?!
I suppose that's as good of a question as any... Is there anyone out there that we would know?
My name is Armin Arlert, of the 104th Trainee's Squad, presently in the Scouting Legion-- although I doubt that holds much weight here. Anyone from our "world" would be familiar with those terms though, so please, if you are, respond. And anyone else for that matter, who isn't a Kedan; what is Keeliai, exactly? Why are we brought here? What is beyond these walls? What could this city possibly be a stronghold against?
[He looks concerned, and leans back in his chair a little. There had to be some sort of threat, if they bothered with security... And he tended to think of such things in bad-as-possible terms.]
[Eren seems very grimly determined to ruin his eyesight as he tries to figure out how electricity works, switching his lamp on and off.]
...This place can't be any good if Mikasa isn't here too. [He mutters bitterly.]
[Armin sighs, because he feels the same way. He stares off blankly.]
We'll find her. It's only a matter of time.
ooc: [Joint post between Armin Arlert and Eren Yaeger. Specify who you want, or not, or both! Expect threadjacking, and lots of it.]
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[Madre de Dios, Jaime you are no good at this, here, have a nice calm mom type figure firmly shoving him out of the way on the screen.]
Ssh. It's okay.
I'm Bianca. Jaime's mom. Just so you aren't surprised.
We're in another suite elsewhere in the city. The same with the dragon.
The computer console you're at is connected to others, like the one we're at right now over here. [See? She motions at herself and Jaime.] It lets you talk to others without it being face to face.
If you keep hitting the screen with the lamp, you're going to end up breaking both it and the lamp, and that won't do you any good.
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Instead of speaking up and making things worse he just... waves pathetically from the corner of the screen, letting his mom take charge.]
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Bianca. [ the mom'ing is somewhat effective. ]
None of you are a threat, right? You're in the same situation as Armin and I, right?
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No one here is a threat. We were all brought here like you. Even the dragon.
I know it must be a horrible surprise.
Are you alright? Do you need anything?
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Prove it! Prove we're in the same situation! All of you have to prove it! Now! Until then, we don't believe you!
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We don't look like the kedan, for one. Jaime and I are both human. The dragon also is not from here. [The things she's found herself saying here.]
If you decide to go with immediately denying the possibility that everyone else here is in the same boat as you, it won't help you or anyone else.
We're in EA-1A, which is one of the buildings we foreigners have been assigned to here.
If you like, I can send Jaime over with something for you both to eat; you must be starving and that never helps when you're upset.
[Sorry Jaime, you don't get a say in this.]
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[After some wrestling, Armin successfully dumps Eren off his lap and away from the computer screen. He looks absolutely mortified.]
I am so sorry ma'am, please excuse his behavior. He's just... We live in a situation where a state of suspicion is natural, and we currently have no way to gauge the intentions of others-- However, I do believe that you mean us no harm. I [And he looks rather pointedly looks away from the camera.] can't see any reason why you would deceive us at the moment.
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We don't mean you any harm or intend to deceive you at all.
And I'm sorry, I didn't catch your names. My son was at the console, so I didn't see your initial video if you had introduced yourself.
Do you know which building you are in?
[Sorry Jaime, you're going to get sent on a
suicide missionerrand to take them some food.]video;
We're in the Wood Sector, and the number... I believe it was 2C.
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Don't just tell her that!
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YOU'RE TELLING HIM. HE HAS TO GO TO YOU PEOPLE.]
video ---> action
Jaime will be over there in a bit with something for you both.
[No one gets a choice there.
She totally doesn't see that face since she's looking at the screen until she ends the feed. At which point she immediately moves from the console and looks at her son.]
I'm sorry for taking over like that, Jaime. When someone's acting like that, the best way to calm them down is to act calm yourself.
[Alternately, have heavy sedatives on hand. That said, someone having a meltdown like that is never easy on the nerves, even when it isn't in person.
She moves over to the kitchen, and fairly quickly gets a container of leftovers from the last meal put together- between making sure there's enough for whoever extra is getting fed and having something already prepared in the fridge if she doesn't have the time to make it, she's still making more food than the two of them alone need for a single meal- before handing it over to her son.]
Don't worry about getting over there too quickly, I'm sure he could use the time to calm his friend down a bit more.
[Jaime does get a hug for his unwilling participation and being volunteered for this, though.]
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Even so, leftovers in tow, Jaime gives Bianca one last pleading look as she pulls away from the hug.]
Ma, are you sure this is a good idea? What if he goes off the handle again?
action- Wow how did I not see html failure on my part go me
I'm sure it is. You're more than capable of handling this. If he does, his friend is there and he'll help.
[Unless he gets sat on again or something.]
shhh it's ok (also action still)
Uh... hey, I'm here.
action party 1/2
BERTOLT---
action party
Eren gapes for a few seconds, brain rapidly shifting gears. He stares at Jaime before glancing back into his and Armin's new home, in the direction of the computer. Okay, this was definitely the guy from that lightscreen thing, dang.
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...Hey.
action party like it's a postapocalyptic titan future
he nearly dropped your food eren why.]
I'm Jaime? From the network?
[He cranes his neck into their place, which doesn't help how confused he's looking right now-- what on earth is going on with their furniture?]
action party like all your friends are dead
[ He moves aside, inviting Jaime in (after eyeing the fuck out of Jaime and internally debating how many chairs it would take to knock him out), and just kinda... points at a broken lamp by the door. ]
Watch out for that. ...And that. [ because there are pieces of another broken lamp near by. ]
action party like your whole family was brutally murdered
[Armin appear from around the corner with a broom like he's ready to hit something with it. But oh, it's just this guy. Jaime? He then shifts his broom around to hold it like a normal person with a heavy sigh.]
Don't scare me like that.
[He tries to recompose himself.]
Sorry-- It's Jaime, right? We just had a sort of, unwelcome encounter. We're a little on edge... Please, come in. I'll sweep up the mess.
action party like oh god there's a titan behind me isnt there
My mom really just sent me over with food. I think she's checking if anybody else on the network needs help. [Because God knows it's been a Very Exciting day for the Reyes household on there.]
[He takes a step back when Armin comes around with his broom (nearly tripping on a lampshade in the process), but recovers quickly when it becomes apparent he's not going to be hit with it.] Y-yeah, that's me.
[Wait, an unwelcome encounter?] Is everything okay?
action party like oh god the titan is me hello
It's fine. Nothing we can't handle. [ Said a little too forcefully. He moves past Jaime to glance outside (double-checking), before shutting the door and locking it. ]
action party like oh SNAP
[He bites his lip a little. How much should he say about Bertolt? There were still so many variables he wasn't aware of, and he didn't want to let anything slip without even realizing it.]
I don't think it's anything you would have to be concerned about-- I agree that we should have it under control. But it seems as though an enemy from our world has followed us here as well.
omg im so sorry this got lost in my inbox
[He sets the food down on the nearest table (one that hasn't already been shuffled around by Eren), frowning with concern.]
Have you already run into him? There's some enemies from my world here, too, but from alternate timelines. He might be him, but not... him. If that makes any sense at all.
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