【Rey】 (
circumitus) wrote in
prismatica2020-08-01 12:25 am
004✖; (audio @ hot.damn | August 2nd; during Sanguis Moon)
[...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.]
[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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The 1880s ain't too far, right? And what does Spaghetti have to do with the Frontier?
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[She shrugs a scaly shoulder.]
Isn't literal spaghetti. Just films directed by Italians, is all. [Duh.]
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[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.
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[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.
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[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?
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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.]