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deernet2021-09-06 06:29 pm
delilah_dirk) wrote in deernet2021-09-06 06:29 pm
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[Video 01] UN: Delilah Dirk - Arrival
[What appears on camera is a number of things in very short order. Someone is very clearly coming to grips with the technology. There is a flash of skirt, booted leg, of a woman's face tanned from a long time under the sun, and a mass of chestnut hair. Finally, a pair of deep brown eyes focus on it.]
What the bloody hell is this thing?
[She hasn't been pulled from any universe before - first time for her - and in any event, the technology is so advanced it's just one step away from magic for her. But it's not magic, because that would be silly.]
Is it on? That's what the light means, doesn't...? Right.
[She steps back a bit, moving this way and that as if trying to arrange the right angle. And then she begins.]
What the hell was any of that? I'd say someone slipped me some rather potent hash-hish if it weren't for that beach and those...odd ducks who welcomed me.
[She won't mention waking up naked. That had been an experience she wouldn't like to repeat. Or the part where she'd tried to run and had stumbled about like a toddler. None of that gets mentioned. Frankly, she's sitting at the junction of freaked out and amazed.]
So where am I? Who's responsible? And where the hell is my boat?
[She'll find the flying ketch soon enough - it just wasn't moored when the tide came in.]
What the bloody hell is this thing?
[She hasn't been pulled from any universe before - first time for her - and in any event, the technology is so advanced it's just one step away from magic for her. But it's not magic, because that would be silly.]
Is it on? That's what the light means, doesn't...? Right.
[She steps back a bit, moving this way and that as if trying to arrange the right angle. And then she begins.]
What the hell was any of that? I'd say someone slipped me some rather potent hash-hish if it weren't for that beach and those...odd ducks who welcomed me.
[She won't mention waking up naked. That had been an experience she wouldn't like to repeat. Or the part where she'd tried to run and had stumbled about like a toddler. None of that gets mentioned. Frankly, she's sitting at the junction of freaked out and amazed.]
So where am I? Who's responsible? And where the hell is my boat?
[She'll find the flying ketch soon enough - it just wasn't moored when the tide came in.]
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And good, probably for the best.