001 -- mixed messages

[jondrette]

[backdated to shortly after the jump]

[The feed starts as an audio post, with the occasional clicking of the keys, with long drawn out pauses between them, and the occasional 'hmm' and other such utterances, sometimes of irritation. After a few minutes, there's another pause.] No- that's not right, where are the words?

[The voice is low and hoarse. A smoker's voice, if you will. But it's female. There are a few more noises as Eponine clicks around on her device. Then, her face comes into frame, close-up on her eyes and forehead, her dark eyes narrowed as she looks at the screen, her brow creased.]

No, no, it's supposed to be the words. [She doesn't even realize it's on video yet. It's only when she takes sight of her own eyes that she gasps and pulls the device away from her, so that the audience can better see her face. Pursing her lips, she reaches a hand up and brushes her hair back behind her ear. Then, she smiles at the "reflection".] A strange sort of mirror... [She mutters again, before the screen goes blank.]

Comments

Voice;

[jondrette]

Oh! Yes. I am [And here she gives him where she can be found. Because someone hasn't signed up for a room yet. Whooops.]

Voice;

[lostkings]

Give me fifteen minutes, i'll be there.

[ disconnect... shall we go to action? :D ]

Voice; » Action

[jondrette]

Of course. I shall be here.

[For the next fifteen minutes, Eponine manages to entertain herself. It's pretty easy, when all of these electronics are, well, magic. When the door sounds, she moves to open it, looking up at the man.] You are the voice from the device?

Action

[lostkings]

[ It doesn't take him that log to get there at all, device in his hand as he tries to figure out how he's going to go ahead and explain how to use it. But he's there before he's thought through it entirely in his head and he sweeps his arms a little wider as if in presentation. ]

It'd be me. And it's Peter, if you're curious.

[ action until otherwise stated ]

[jondrette]

Peter. And I am Eponine. Come in!

[She steps aside to let him into her room. It's nothing special, given she hasn't been here for long.]

[lostkings]

[ but a room is still a room and isn't meant to be invaded. people're allowed their privacy around here (well. to a certain extent) and he treads lightly as he enters, hands in his pockets. ]

I'm guessing you don't have a lot of tech where you're from.

[jondrette]

Tech? [She frowns]

Ah, yes. We do not have much. When I died it was 1832, and I am told this is far from then.

[lostkings]

[ don't mind the eyebow raise. ] Yeah, you're a few years off. But I think you'll make it through just fine, long as we get you sorted out.

And tech. Short for technology. Like the comms devices we all got- it's just tech.

[jondrette]

If the others that died with me understand it, I am sure I shall have no trouble once it is properly explained.

[She nods.] Technology. Tech. And this device is one of them. Comm... short for communication?

[lostkings]

You've got it.

[ But it's kind of hard to avoid the 'died with me' topic, giving her a sidelong, careful glance. ] So this is your idea of the afterlife, then?

[jondrette]

No.

[The answer is simple enough, as she regards Peter.]

I believed I would be condemned to Hell.