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prismatica2020-03-01 07:26 pm
axemeaquestion) wrote in prismatica2020-03-01 07:26 pm
[VIDEO] post-event
Hey, so... whoa.
[A bruised and bandaged woman nearly drops her device.]
Shit, sorry. Still getting used to this thing.
[For anyone who met Rochelle before but missed her at the Archives event, she's finally out of her bloodstained clothes. The shirt she's wearing today was crisp white with CRYSTAL BEACH cut out of an iridescent square print in bold letters.
The video straightens out, and Ro attempts to recover gracefully as she sits on the floor and smiles. Her back is against a coffee table littered with history books and moonblessed-aimed welcome pamphlets.]
Name's Rochelle. You can call me Ro. Sorry if I'm still kind of a mess. Better than before, trust me. I worked in TV news before things kinda went to hell back in my... world? World. Shit, that's still weird to say.
I'm kind of coming out of what you'd call a... zombie apocalypse. [AWKWARD GRIN GOES HERE??] And now I'm on a whole other goddamn planet. Still... processing that part. Compared to my life before, though, this is actually... kind of normal. I mean, not REALLY, but seriously. Not looking over your shoulder every damn second of your life makes ANYTHING seem normal. Even getting turned into a mermaid by a hunk of screaming rock.
[That's a weird thing to call Osse, Ro, but okay.]
So I guess my point is... I wanna ask. What does a fresh-out-of-the-apocalypse girl do to adjust to semi-normal life around here? I'm looking into TV network sort of work around here, actually, but otherwise...? I'll give shit a shot.
[Then - she hesitates. The casual attitude disappears, and her smile fades. There's no smooth way of transitioning into this, but...]
And on a more serious note... if anyone here finds three guys going by Coach, Ellis, and Nick... let me know?
I know that's not much to go by, but uh... Coach is a big guy in an FHS school polo. Good guy... NEVER stops talking about food if you give him a chance, though. Ellis is a real yee-haw Georgia type boy. Should have a shirt that says "bullshifter." Don't ask me why. [She laughs weakly at that - then shakes her head.] And Nick... well. You'll know Nick if you meet him. He thought bringing a white suit to a zombie apocalypse was a GOOD idea.
Long story short, they're my friends. We survived a hell of a lot together, and I'm worried about them. I've been looking around everywhere, just in case, but. If you ever meet some guys that vaguely match that description, just... point them my way.
And if it helps... all three of them probably smell like shit.
[A bruised and bandaged woman nearly drops her device.]
Shit, sorry. Still getting used to this thing.
[For anyone who met Rochelle before but missed her at the Archives event, she's finally out of her bloodstained clothes. The shirt she's wearing today was crisp white with CRYSTAL BEACH cut out of an iridescent square print in bold letters.
The video straightens out, and Ro attempts to recover gracefully as she sits on the floor and smiles. Her back is against a coffee table littered with history books and moonblessed-aimed welcome pamphlets.]
Name's Rochelle. You can call me Ro. Sorry if I'm still kind of a mess. Better than before, trust me. I worked in TV news before things kinda went to hell back in my... world? World. Shit, that's still weird to say.
I'm kind of coming out of what you'd call a... zombie apocalypse. [AWKWARD GRIN GOES HERE??] And now I'm on a whole other goddamn planet. Still... processing that part. Compared to my life before, though, this is actually... kind of normal. I mean, not REALLY, but seriously. Not looking over your shoulder every damn second of your life makes ANYTHING seem normal. Even getting turned into a mermaid by a hunk of screaming rock.
[That's a weird thing to call Osse, Ro, but okay.]
So I guess my point is... I wanna ask. What does a fresh-out-of-the-apocalypse girl do to adjust to semi-normal life around here? I'm looking into TV network sort of work around here, actually, but otherwise...? I'll give shit a shot.
[Then - she hesitates. The casual attitude disappears, and her smile fades. There's no smooth way of transitioning into this, but...]
And on a more serious note... if anyone here finds three guys going by Coach, Ellis, and Nick... let me know?
I know that's not much to go by, but uh... Coach is a big guy in an FHS school polo. Good guy... NEVER stops talking about food if you give him a chance, though. Ellis is a real yee-haw Georgia type boy. Should have a shirt that says "bullshifter." Don't ask me why. [She laughs weakly at that - then shakes her head.] And Nick... well. You'll know Nick if you meet him. He thought bringing a white suit to a zombie apocalypse was a GOOD idea.
Long story short, they're my friends. We survived a hell of a lot together, and I'm worried about them. I've been looking around everywhere, just in case, but. If you ever meet some guys that vaguely match that description, just... point them my way.
And if it helps... all three of them probably smell like shit.
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Might be a long shot, but I just started a teppanyaki grill here and I could still use some workers. I know not everyone likes jumpin' into restaurant work but if you don't find anythin' else it's uh... an option?
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Uh... well. Appreciate the offer, but me and food service have a pretty ugly history. I’m probably gonna stick to resurrecting my news career. I actually had my dream job for a while, so I’m gonna work my way back to it. Or at least... you know, whatever equivalent aliens got for TV news producers.
Wouldn’t mind trying your grill sometime, though. Don’t think I’ve had teppanyaki before.
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Americans are assholes!]
Heh, I get it, I get it.
[He waves a hand dismissively. Not everyone can have his skill at the grill. Or in any kitchen, really.]
Actually that's probably a good idea. I think this place could use better news coverage that isn't people screamin' seconds before everything goes to shit. Anyway! I'm uh--
[He only just now noticed her shirt.
Ha.]
I'm on Crystal Beach. Place is called Nissan's Teppanyaki.
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[She grins.]
And I'll sure as shit give it a shot.
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[Scruffy teen half demon punk. Even his lower classmates don't use "-san" on him.]
Look forward to seein' you there though.