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revivalproject2020-11-12 07:57 pm
beholding_archivist) wrote in revivalproject2020-11-12 07:57 pm
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...aight.
[ The video comes to life with Jon giving the camera a weary look. Though aside from his usual appearance of disheveled restlessness, he actually looks... Healthy? Like he's been having a very good meal? None of that makes him look any less concerned, however. Or less stressed. He may have gone even more grey over his own birthday. ]
So- The storm is over. And... I can't help but notice we have lost- A few of us.
[ He presses his lips into a thin line for a moment before going on. ]
No actual victims to the crash or the storm, just... [ A small gesture with his hand. ] Vanished. Their names are no longer on the network.
[ He checked. He freaking went and picked up the Communication data point to check especially for certain people but he's not going to admit how much his hands have been shaking and how long it took him to pull himself back together after seeing those names still present.
Especially one name.
A deep breath. ]
Some of those that- Left. They had information on the Atroma. And I... I never got any of that on record. I believe it might do us well to get what information is still present recorded. I ask those of you who know anything about them to find me at the former library. Yes, former. I don't think it's quite accurate anymore to refer to it that way. It's just...
[ And he shakes his head, waving the matter off dismissively before muttering. ]
...hope everyone's alright.
[ A pause, and another deep breath and he turns the video off with a soft click. ]
[ PRIVATE to Tony ]
[ -but he's really just setting the feed to a locked frequency before losing his nerves on a public broadcast. ]
Talk to me, please. I couldn't find you in the storm, I-- I... I was worried... Still am. Please tell me you're okay!
[ The video comes to life with Jon giving the camera a weary look. Though aside from his usual appearance of disheveled restlessness, he actually looks... Healthy? Like he's been having a very good meal? None of that makes him look any less concerned, however. Or less stressed. He may have gone even more grey over his own birthday. ]
So- The storm is over. And... I can't help but notice we have lost- A few of us.
[ He presses his lips into a thin line for a moment before going on. ]
No actual victims to the crash or the storm, just... [ A small gesture with his hand. ] Vanished. Their names are no longer on the network.
[ He checked. He freaking went and picked up the Communication data point to check especially for certain people but he's not going to admit how much his hands have been shaking and how long it took him to pull himself back together after seeing those names still present.
Especially one name.
A deep breath. ]
Some of those that- Left. They had information on the Atroma. And I... I never got any of that on record. I believe it might do us well to get what information is still present recorded. I ask those of you who know anything about them to find me at the former library. Yes, former. I don't think it's quite accurate anymore to refer to it that way. It's just...
[ And he shakes his head, waving the matter off dismissively before muttering. ]
...hope everyone's alright.
[ A pause, and another deep breath and he turns the video off with a soft click. ]
[ PRIVATE to Tony ]
[ -but he's really just setting the feed to a locked frequency before losing his nerves on a public broadcast. ]
Talk to me, please. I couldn't find you in the storm, I-- I... I was worried... Still am. Please tell me you're okay!