004✖; (audio @ hot.damn | August 2nd; during Sanguis Moon)

[circumitus]

[...Well, it looks like there's supposed to be video, but the screen is black.

[Audio-wise, you're privy to just a bunch of thrashing for a few seconds, catching a frantic and frustrated "god-DAMMIT" and "fuck fuck fuck" and "just move, you useless piece of shit!" It's a voice and string of expletives that should be familiar to some who know Rey. In general it sounds disconcerting, with an identifiable amount of metal clanging and other hefty objects hurling about (cue stock cat scream) -- before a heavy thud shakes the screen. The feed drags across what looks to be pavement and some scattered rubbish.]

Got you! Fucking finally...

[The video moves, but the feed remains a blur as Rey hadn't intended to select facetime before things got out of control -- by "things" meaning... her own body. Only a few details can be made out in the bleary visual quality, and that's a patch of red-orange scales and some sharp, gritting teeth.]

Need... help. [Despite her exhaustion made clear in the fraught audio and her labored breaths, it's speaking those words in particular that strains her the most.]

Have to come here. Level Three.

Legs're gone. Can't walk.

[Both the audio and visual then cuts abruptly. As you can tell, Rey is having a bad time this Sanguis cycle.]

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[littlesundog]

[Have an arched brow.]

I, uh... wouldn't call it Normal.

[Far from it; he hadn't even known of their existence in his homeland until recent weeks-- before he was spirited off to this dazzling town that was both blinding and deafening to those who were accustomed to nights so dark that the Milky Way spread like a river of stardust across the infinite void that was the night sky.]

Truth is, I'm not certain how normal that is at all. But it is here, so we've just gotta buck up and learn how to handle it.

[circumitus]

[scoff]

"Buck up"? [...Okay, that kind of gets her.] Wow, really selling your cowboy persona, aren't you?

[Sorry, Marshall. She's got to have something else to think about other than dwelling on how fucking weird it is to be dragging around several extra feet of yourself.]

[littlesundog]

I'd be better paid if this was an act.

[He said, a wry smile on his face.]

It's likely hard for most here to believe... But that's fine. We all get to see something new.

[circumitus]

[Rather than getting embarrassed and taking it back, Rey just makes a "pff" noise.]

Tend to be from a much later time than most here, but you've got to be really far back. Got a brother who's a spaghetti western affictionatto, he'd be all over that.

[Well, maybe Orion would've had more restraint than Rey does. He was better at being a normal person -- or at least pretending to be one.]

[littlesundog]

[While she was laughing, Marshall just looked confused.]

The 1880s ain't too far, right? And what does Spaghetti have to do with the Frontier?

[circumitus]

[Now she's even more amused.] Sure, if you consider something close to three-hundred years not too far off.

[She shrugs a scaly shoulder.]

Isn't literal spaghetti. Just films directed by Italians, is all. [Duh.]

[littlesundog]

Film? I thought that was something the French were working on with that... God, what was it called?

[He rubbed the back of his neck with a free hand uneasily, trying to recall the word.]

eh... 'cinematographe'. They say it's a hand cranked machine, but word is that Edison is trying to make one that's better.

[circumitus]

Cinemato--

[Rey blinks.

[Then snorts, stifling a laugh.]

Yeah, those have come a long way since Edison's days. It's all digital now, no cranks necessary.

[littlesundog]

Digi--

[Marshall made a face. At first he had wondered how off his accent on the French had been, but this--]

You mean like-- like--

[Scrambling, he dug out the blasted device he didn't fully understand.]

--Like this thing?

[circumitus]

[She glances over at what he means by "this thing" and snorts.]

Oh yeah, that. Can watch movies on the little thing. Not like they're any good, though.

[Rey finds the Prismals' tastes in media to be pretty... questionable.]