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adstring_npc) wrote2009-09-29 01:59 pm
adstring_npc) wrote2009-09-29 01:59 pm
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{Unified Universe Project}[Accidental Video]
[The PCD turns on, and it's at an odd angle as if it's been knocked into. At first, all that can be heard is some humming, and the PCD only shows a sink (filled with ice?) and a heatlamp. A few moments later Caroline dances into the scene.]
And one more test for you!
[She's holding a blanket that looks similar to what was distrubuted earlier. It's currently a brownish-green. She places it under the heatlamp and holds it there for a few moments, humming "Wild Child" by Enya. When she pulls the blanket back and looks at it, the portion that was heated is clearly red-brown.]
Yes!
[Clearly enthused, Caroline dunks the blanket in the ice water, pulling her hands out and shaking them off while she waits. When she pulls it back out, it's a vibrant green.]
And I thought it would be difficult.
[Giggling, she twirls with the blanket, which knocks a stack of books into the PCD. As the PCD tumbles, she's heard to say "Oops." The feed times out.]
And one more test for you!
[She's holding a blanket that looks similar to what was distrubuted earlier. It's currently a brownish-green. She places it under the heatlamp and holds it there for a few moments, humming "Wild Child" by Enya. When she pulls the blanket back and looks at it, the portion that was heated is clearly red-brown.]
Yes!
[Clearly enthused, Caroline dunks the blanket in the ice water, pulling her hands out and shaking them off while she waits. When she pulls it back out, it's a vibrant green.]
And I thought it would be difficult.
[Giggling, she twirls with the blanket, which knocks a stack of books into the PCD. As the PCD tumbles, she's heard to say "Oops." The feed times out.]
no subject
[Voice]
[Voice]
[His smile is bland.]
Care to explain yourself?
[Voice]
[Voice]
There's no time like the present for making acquaintances. My name is Bran Cornick. I'm a father of two. I lived in Montana where the skies are blue and the mountains cold.
[Voice]
Someone suggested that I should make a blanket that changed colors. So I thought it was a fun idea.
[Voice]
Is there a reason you aren't supposed o talk to us, Cara?
[Voice]
It's not entirely that we're not supposed to talk to you. Well, it is a little. But some of you want to kill us, so that's part of it too.
[Voice]
I understand. Not all of us have made ourselves friendly; frustrations rise and tempers and violence come too easily too some. [His voice is still gentle and friendly, but just a little melancholy.] It is human nature to live life in haste.
Is there any reason beyond potential violence that you are not supposed to speak to us?
[Voice]
And we've been attacked twice now.
We all signed non-disclosure agreements. We didn't know this was going to happen, but it's still covered.
[Voice]
Perhaps you need to reach out more, sometimes angry animals require taming, not rejection.
Covered in the contract. I understand. The rules are sometimes all we have to go by.
[Voice]
I think people are trying to do that. I'm not sure. I know plants. I don't know dealing with people.
[Voice]
Plants have their own language. I have a friend, back home, who grows the most amazing roses you will ever see. He tends them like a mother would her children. Every gift has a place and should be treasured. Even if you don't believe yourself a communicator for people, you connect with green things, don't you?
[Voice]
...Yes?
[Voice]
Would you tell me something you love? Summer, a green time. Whatever strikes your fancy. You already know of my fondness for mountains and winter snows, after all.
[Voice]
Lizards and geckos. I like to watch them playing on the wall sometimes, and as they sun themselves. It reminds me of home. Nevada. And then sometimes one wanders inside and I have company for a while before I scoop him up and let him go outside again.