28 December 2010 @ 05:34 pm
[ there's a young woman on the mirror, though she doesn't seem to be paying any particular heed to it. When she speaks, she gesticulates with her hands, fingers knitting together, palms coming together and breaking apart, but never looks directly at the mirror. With the last of the snow melting in the Garden around her, she appears to be quite cold, considering the fact that's she's already changed back into her own clothing and has the collar bundled up to just beneath her chin ]

This is preposterous. Utterly preposterous. Of all the ridiculous situations I could've wandered into— it's absurd! I don't even have an explanation for any of this. It completely defies any semblance of logic, and...

[ a pause. She reaches up, as if to adjust the glasses that aren't there ] Well, whatever the reason behind all of this, let me assure you that I happen to be acquainted with several excellent lawyers.

Also, I— while I'm not familiar with how abductions and the like work, I'm certain I'd be able to at least feign some measure of cooperation, if somebody were to return my glasses to me. I seem to have... misplaced them.
 
 
27 December 2010 @ 06:42 pm
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[ a young woman's voice comes on the Vine. she does not sound pleased. in fact, 'furious' might be a more appropriate way to describe it. ]

What is the meaning of this?! I demand an explanation! Right now! [ there is a loud, sharp CRACK!, the sound of leather hitting hard against the ground. ]

Any foolish answers will be met with a whipping! I don't want to waste my time hearing nonsense explanations!

[ she ends this with another CRACK!, to emphasize her point. ]
 
 
27 December 2010 @ 01:47 pm
[Holding her newly recovered Subspace Suitcase in her lap when the mirror feed turns on. The zipper is undone, and Ramona's arm is halfway gone inside the opening.]

So, I was going through my stuff this morning and I found some of... [Rummages, withdraws a small plastic baggie full of dirt] ...this. It's dirt from the last time I went exploring in the jungle. I've heard some people talk about creating stuff with it? How exactly do you do that? Anyone wanna enlighten me?
 
 
[A young woman's voice echoes over the Vine first. IN fact, it sounds almost exactly like that of someone else the residents have heard from recently. A shrill note of panic has managed to worm its way into her voice, though.]

What is this place? Where-? How-?


[After a moment the mirror comes on. It's Asuka! Or her doppelganger. The only real difference is that she has a swathe of bandages covering her right arm and another tied tightly around her head, covering her left eye. The one that is visible is bright, blue, alert and almost panicked. Her uncovered hand reaches out toward the mirror.]

This isn't right! I was just-

I was-

[Her eye widens slightly.]

Oh my God. I-

[She chokes, retches and she sinks out of sight for a moment, hand covering her mouth. The rather unpleasant sound of someone losing their lunch is all that can be heard for a few moments, gasps for air and then more retching.]

I feel sick.