Tommy Shepard (
doubled_speed) wrote in
revivalproject2020-07-10 11:03 am
Network - Audio (Post Calibrations)
Dudes, you WOULD not believe what I found.
[There's laughter and amusement in Tommy's voice. Something that hadn't been true at all by the end of the time in the tunnels. Look at him, not three hours free and he's already gleeful.]
So I took a nice little run after the tunnel opened and dudes, check this out. And we've got fucking ISLANDS not far from the shore. Like, not fucking in sight, so they're a bit out, just a few miles, but they're there. And get this...
[Oh yeah, you gotta believe that pleasure is ramping up.]
The chain of three of them? They're a fucking vacation spot or something. I found abandoned ruins. They're a lot like the city, all overgrown. There's these little things like a mix between a monkey and a sloth here too. I'm calling them chitterers, because they don't stop making noise, like, EVER. I even found something that almost looks like one of those paddle-swan boats. Except not because I don't think they had swans?
[And at last there's a picture of Tommy, stretched out on a beach with a white and brown, piebald creature hanging off of a nearby tree, clearly the 'chitterer' in question. He's holding a large cup of silvery crystal or plastic, clearly some sort of Agri version of a tropical drink glass like you'd get back on Earth, but with a strangely flared bottom, making it look a bit like an hour glass carved out of ice, and raising it toward the camera. All that's missing is that cheesy 'wish you were here' sorta sentiment on it, written in some horrible cliche font. Give him that, and he's a fucking post card. And, in the background, there's a broken down facade of a very different structure. The resort or vacation structure or something.]
[There's laughter and amusement in Tommy's voice. Something that hadn't been true at all by the end of the time in the tunnels. Look at him, not three hours free and he's already gleeful.]
So I took a nice little run after the tunnel opened and dudes, check this out. And we've got fucking ISLANDS not far from the shore. Like, not fucking in sight, so they're a bit out, just a few miles, but they're there. And get this...
[Oh yeah, you gotta believe that pleasure is ramping up.]
The chain of three of them? They're a fucking vacation spot or something. I found abandoned ruins. They're a lot like the city, all overgrown. There's these little things like a mix between a monkey and a sloth here too. I'm calling them chitterers, because they don't stop making noise, like, EVER. I even found something that almost looks like one of those paddle-swan boats. Except not because I don't think they had swans?
[And at last there's a picture of Tommy, stretched out on a beach with a white and brown, piebald creature hanging off of a nearby tree, clearly the 'chitterer' in question. He's holding a large cup of silvery crystal or plastic, clearly some sort of Agri version of a tropical drink glass like you'd get back on Earth, but with a strangely flared bottom, making it look a bit like an hour glass carved out of ice, and raising it toward the camera. All that's missing is that cheesy 'wish you were here' sorta sentiment on it, written in some horrible cliche font. Give him that, and he's a fucking post card. And, in the background, there's a broken down facade of a very different structure. The resort or vacation structure or something.]

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thank you, sorry <3 <3 <3
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What kind of ruins? How many of the boats are there? Might be able to bring a couple of people over to explore.
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Didn't really see much in the way of boats here. Just docks that are nothing more than pilings now. Suppose I could make one. But you'd have to make a boat.
And it's a resort. CLEARLY.
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Do you plan on sticking around at night?
Anything more than the resort?
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Is that the furthest anyone's been from the city?
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[Tony, tan? Dude, he doesn't want to think of the guy not wearing more.]
I don't serve anyone, so I'm never open.
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I guess I shouldn't bother asking you what state its in. When you're done making friends out there, you should give a report to the library.
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[The state it's in... Tommy sighs and moves, and shakes his head.]
Switch over to video so I can give you a tour of the place, okay?
video you bastard
Tony does already seem to have figured out how to tan without the resort, though. He might be on the roof of the forge or one of the nearby factories, frowning behind sunglasses and chewing on one of the minty reeds that grew along his edge of the forest for some texture that wasn't vaguely slimy for the first time in a generation.]
What's wrong with the diner?
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Eli's gone. I promised him a while back I'd help with the place. So I'm helping.
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