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revivalproject2020-03-14 03:24 pm
beholding_archivist) wrote in revivalproject2020-03-14 03:24 pm
[accidental video] - open to [action] for anyone on the Vanquish
It's been a week. Or at least- I believe it has been?
[ The feed springs to life with a picture that makes it vastly clear that this isn't an intended transmission. The phone obviously is placed on a flat surface - Likely a table. And its owner can be spotted at the edge of the screen, focused on something else but clearly sounding tired.
Jon gives a heavy sigh and raises a hand to press the tips of his fingers against his forehead. Then he resumes talking, still not appearing to talk to anyone in particular. ]
I don't know how long I've been in that storm. I played back the recordings I made only to find them useless. Mostly static, which is... Unusual? And the most I remember now? Is that headache. That ruthless, skull-splitting headache when I tried--
[ And he cuts himself off right there, dropping his hand and leaning his head back to look at the ceiling. ]
I'm on a space ship. At least that's- That's what I've been told this is. I don't know what I'm even supposed to do here. Unless this is just another dream. A dream that has yet to turn into a nightmare. But I-- I don't remember them to be this... Long? Disconnected from whatever gruesome image they are about to paint?
Needless to say, I didn't sleep. Not that I'm aware of, at least. But what does that even mean anymore...
[ He looks back down, on the table before him - Or much rather at the old tape recorder in his hand. The latter doesn't make much of an appearance visual-wise. ]
I should probably make a proper recording before I run out of tape. This phone I was given has proven remarkably useless for such a task.
[ As he says this, Jon reaches for his phone, still lying on the table. ]
The menu alone is a nightmare to-
[ And then he actually looks at the device, pauses and scowls. ]
Is this what it's going to be now? Christ...
[ That said, he simply turns the phone off without adding anything else. ]
[ The feed springs to life with a picture that makes it vastly clear that this isn't an intended transmission. The phone obviously is placed on a flat surface - Likely a table. And its owner can be spotted at the edge of the screen, focused on something else but clearly sounding tired.
Jon gives a heavy sigh and raises a hand to press the tips of his fingers against his forehead. Then he resumes talking, still not appearing to talk to anyone in particular. ]
I don't know how long I've been in that storm. I played back the recordings I made only to find them useless. Mostly static, which is... Unusual? And the most I remember now? Is that headache. That ruthless, skull-splitting headache when I tried--
[ And he cuts himself off right there, dropping his hand and leaning his head back to look at the ceiling. ]
I'm on a space ship. At least that's- That's what I've been told this is. I don't know what I'm even supposed to do here. Unless this is just another dream. A dream that has yet to turn into a nightmare. But I-- I don't remember them to be this... Long? Disconnected from whatever gruesome image they are about to paint?
Needless to say, I didn't sleep. Not that I'm aware of, at least. But what does that even mean anymore...
[ He looks back down, on the table before him - Or much rather at the old tape recorder in his hand. The latter doesn't make much of an appearance visual-wise. ]
I should probably make a proper recording before I run out of tape. This phone I was given has proven remarkably useless for such a task.
[ As he says this, Jon reaches for his phone, still lying on the table. ]
The menu alone is a nightmare to-
[ And then he actually looks at the device, pauses and scowls. ]
Is this what it's going to be now? Christ...
[ That said, he simply turns the phone off without adding anything else. ]
Voice;
An exclamation. Little else.
[ He might have given more of an explanation, but after that initial reaction? He doesn't feel like imposing any further ramblings on this guy. ]
And yes. That's precisely what it sounded like. Not to worry, though. I will see what I can do to set up an automated filter specifically for you to prevent any future inconveniences caused by misbehaving electronics.
[ Which he isn't sure is possible, but... He's really just being cranky. ]
Voice;
[There's some curiosity there, present in his voice. But not entirely too much.]
If I wanted that, I could do it myself. You don't like having your leg pulled even just a little, huh?
Voice;
[ He will... Tolerate it from people one might consider to be his friends. ]
Voice;
[Now that he is genuinely curious about.] The hi, what's your name, where are you from, how do you feel about being kidnapped, anyway? That's a song and dance I see us all becoming very familiar with.
Voice;
[ But he is not above meeting a lack of respect in a matching manner. It's not like Jon has ever been known to be big on socializing or trying to make people like him. ]
Voice;
Voice;
He's just going to hang up on you.
Pointedly without wishing you a good day. Because that would be the polite way to end a conversation and apparently this isn't going to be a polite conversation any time soon. The only potential this conversation has is to turn into a vast waste of his time. ]