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[wiener-bonbons.livejournal.com]

[An image flickers into view of a very distressed-looking, bespectacled young man. His eyes are tired as if he had just finished exerting himself in one way or another. In this case, it was panic, but he is doing his best to not let on. Unfortunately, his voice is trembling a bit, but considering the level of panic he’s just managed to shake off, he’s doing quite well. Stiff upper lip, as always. As much as he can, at any rate.]

Hello. I would like to know who else is present in this place, and what your circumstances were leading up to your arrival here. I understand that the United States and the USSR have been exploring the idea of space travel this past decade, and I am under the assumption that one of them has finally succeeded. I have spoken with the United States, however, and he appears to be just as confused as I am. [His face colors a bit, nervous again.] I’m almost certain this is some sort of arrangement decided upon as a result of the events of the last two decades. I'm not sure what would be more of a comfort - knowing the USSR is responsible, or finding him somewhere on here, and having to start from square one figuring out why I'm here. Or why we're all here.

[He leans his head upon his hand and his long, slender pianist’s fingers are raked through his own hair. He lets out a sigh, inadvertently letting his guard down a bit, not looking into the camera.] I thought all of that was over and done with. They finally let me pledge to eternal neutrality and I embraced it. I welcomed their conditions with open arms and honestly, I thought I’d been let off easy. But it looks like that was too good to be true, now, and in any case, it makes sense. After everything that happened, really. [He winces, finally looking back at the camera for a split second, his voice faltering a bit, speaking quickly and quietly.] And in regards to that, all I can say is that I’m sorry, and that I wish I’d known myself, otherwise... [A pause.] Really, if someone could just tell me what I’m in for, I’m prepared to hear it. Just don’t leave me in the dark. Please.

[Another pause, growing more agitated.] And if someone could explain this godforsaken number...

[He trails off. He really, really does not want to think about that; he's already tried desperately to remove the number until he realized he was severely harming his skin.]

[The video flickers out.]


[[ooc: going to sleep soon and may have a busy day tomorrow, but I will try to respond asap!!]]

Comments

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[umuh.livejournal.com]

Other than matching the locker number, I don't know. Like everything else isn't weird enough, we get tattoo'd on top of it all.

voice;

[in-three.livejournal.com]

[there are many things about this communication that Kirk can't quite understand. he's mentioned the States and the former USSR, but it sounds like he's personified them; and so for the time being, he files that information away.]

None of us know, but those of us who know anything about space travel are working on figuring it out.

[voice]

[functioningperfectly]

[Excitement! He sort of knows what this person is talking about, and he's got a voice to use. It sounds raspy, but a little self-satisfied nonetheless.]

The USSR and the United States have both achieved interplanetary flight already. At least, they did in my time; I would not be surprised, given the advanced technology this ship is implementing, if there were some sort of time-travel occurring here.

You sound upset, however. I think you will be all right. Remaining calm is your best option at this time. You would not want to exert yourself needlessly.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

What do you mean, you've spoken with the United States?