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revivalproject2021-02-12 04:22 pm
doubled_speed) wrote in revivalproject2021-02-12 04:22 pm
Network Video
[Enjoy the screen coming alive with Tommy, local fast person. The world beyond him is a blur of sparkles. With the way his hair is going in the wind, he clearly was running somewhere.]
Okay, two things on the current state of the world.
I've repeated my test to try and and get to the new blinking light. Like Cayde said, someone's fucking with us. It doesn't matter how long or how fast I run at the thing. It's always the same distance away. Which, you know, wouldn't be so bad if it was reality warping, or like world maps in old school video games where you're actually just circling the world in an impossible loop or something.
No, the amount of distance you walk toward the thing is how far you need to come back. So at the moment, I'd seriously discourage expeditions, guys, gals, and all other designations. If that thing is just as far away when I've gone fifty miles, it's not something we can get to by traditional means.
[The colors behind him blurring on the screen now take on a decidedly pink tinge. Yes! He's getting into a fucking zone of hearts.]
In other news. No. I am NOT responsible for the glitter. But FUCK it makes me look amazing I bet. If you see a cloud of sparkles in the distance, that's me. Or is about to be me by you. Can any of you communications people set up, like, a network thing? That pings my phone off yours, like a GPS? So I don't accidentally go blazing past someone and leave them covered in a cloud of my sparkling dust?
Not that some of you wouldn't look amazing in rainbows and hearts and stars. You know, in my flawless opinion.
Okay, two things on the current state of the world.
I've repeated my test to try and and get to the new blinking light. Like Cayde said, someone's fucking with us. It doesn't matter how long or how fast I run at the thing. It's always the same distance away. Which, you know, wouldn't be so bad if it was reality warping, or like world maps in old school video games where you're actually just circling the world in an impossible loop or something.
No, the amount of distance you walk toward the thing is how far you need to come back. So at the moment, I'd seriously discourage expeditions, guys, gals, and all other designations. If that thing is just as far away when I've gone fifty miles, it's not something we can get to by traditional means.
[The colors behind him blurring on the screen now take on a decidedly pink tinge. Yes! He's getting into a fucking zone of hearts.]
In other news. No. I am NOT responsible for the glitter. But FUCK it makes me look amazing I bet. If you see a cloud of sparkles in the distance, that's me. Or is about to be me by you. Can any of you communications people set up, like, a network thing? That pings my phone off yours, like a GPS? So I don't accidentally go blazing past someone and leave them covered in a cloud of my sparkling dust?
Not that some of you wouldn't look amazing in rainbows and hearts and stars. You know, in my flawless opinion.
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But I can do without the glitter bomb otherwise. It's true what they say. It does get everywhere.
[Guess who is not going to be happy when he finds out the glitter is inescapable.]
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[Tommy grins.]
Isn't this stuff, like, some form of gay breeding foliage? This will help you get laid.
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I mean, we could. And with all this glitter it would be severely wasteful not to...
[He snorts, leveling Tommy with an unimpressed look.]
Like I'm the one needing help in that department.
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Wait, you think I need help getting laid? Chill out, space man, I get mine back home.
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Yeah, remind me to send David my condolences when we get back home.
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