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redshiftrp2020-03-20 11:53 pm
redshiftnpc) wrote in redshiftrp2020-03-20 11:53 pm
Video. Username: SINI
[ Creepy Joe is on the network. Not with his horrifying face up in the camera this time--he doesn’t appear to be looking at the camera at all. Cameras, to be more exact. The view of him keeps changing, but it’s clear enough what he’s doing.
He’s in the agriculture section, sitting on the ground with his legs crossed, surrounded by animals. They steer clear of the ruined half of his body, but are letting him pet them with his good hand. He’s currently rubbing the nose of a reindire, which nips non-aggressively at his fingers.
It’s hard to hear what he’s saying to them--mostly it’s just cooing noises. But he looks. Well. Happy.
It isn’t Joe’s voice that pipes up when the talking does start - the voice is familiar to anyone who went exploring in that crashed ship months and months ago, or who answered a network post about the disease a while back. There’s no cheerful laughing or bouncy chatter this time, though, but the voice that seems to come from nowhere and everywhere around where Joe is sitting is haughty, imperious, with just a hint of irritation. ]
Good evening, bitches. I hope everyone is doing just marvelously this fine evening.
[ A loud, annoyed huffing, and the voice sounds again. ]
Just thought I’d pop in and let you all know that I’m getting tired of all the ungratefulness around here. My friend and I have both tried to help you, we’ve done our best to keep y’all safe and what do we get for it? Sass. Ignorance. Clandestine plots to imprison Joseph by force. And the compromise is what? Tricking him into it?
[ A pause, and now there’s a laugh, but it isn’t bubbly or happy or entirely pleasant at all. ]
Joseph doesn’t need quarantine. You people are so transparent. We’ve suffered enough and all of you should know better than to hurt us more!
[ Her voice gets rough and loud at this, with a grating, growling undertone, obviously angry. ]
You saw it. I know you saw it. That room. The room where we were reborn. You’re all lucky it’s me and Joseph here and not the other.
[ Joe looks up, worry deepening the crows feet that frame his eye. ]
Pain-sister, they don’t know. They don’t know anything.
[ He watches the reindire nuzzling into his palm, muttering more to himself now. ] But they should have listened. They should have.
[ A snort this time, from her, but her voice has a ring of fondness to it when she speaks again. ]
Joseph is far too kind. So am I. You all feel like you’re the ones in charge. You’re not the ones in charge. I know how much you all just love having your privacy, so guess what? I’m taking it away for a while. Hope you haven’t said anything too personal lately.
[ For just a second, it goes quiet, and then the cameras flick off. After another few seconds of darkness, the voice comes through again, this time a bit softer and a bit sweeter. ]
Except the nice ones. The nice ones don’t deserve it either.
[ Yes, Joe can be found in the agricultural section hanging out with the animals. ]
He’s in the agriculture section, sitting on the ground with his legs crossed, surrounded by animals. They steer clear of the ruined half of his body, but are letting him pet them with his good hand. He’s currently rubbing the nose of a reindire, which nips non-aggressively at his fingers.
It’s hard to hear what he’s saying to them--mostly it’s just cooing noises. But he looks. Well. Happy.
It isn’t Joe’s voice that pipes up when the talking does start - the voice is familiar to anyone who went exploring in that crashed ship months and months ago, or who answered a network post about the disease a while back. There’s no cheerful laughing or bouncy chatter this time, though, but the voice that seems to come from nowhere and everywhere around where Joe is sitting is haughty, imperious, with just a hint of irritation. ]
Good evening, bitches. I hope everyone is doing just marvelously this fine evening.
[ A loud, annoyed huffing, and the voice sounds again. ]
Just thought I’d pop in and let you all know that I’m getting tired of all the ungratefulness around here. My friend and I have both tried to help you, we’ve done our best to keep y’all safe and what do we get for it? Sass. Ignorance. Clandestine plots to imprison Joseph by force. And the compromise is what? Tricking him into it?
[ A pause, and now there’s a laugh, but it isn’t bubbly or happy or entirely pleasant at all. ]
Joseph doesn’t need quarantine. You people are so transparent. We’ve suffered enough and all of you should know better than to hurt us more!
[ Her voice gets rough and loud at this, with a grating, growling undertone, obviously angry. ]
You saw it. I know you saw it. That room. The room where we were reborn. You’re all lucky it’s me and Joseph here and not the other.
[ Joe looks up, worry deepening the crows feet that frame his eye. ]
Pain-sister, they don’t know. They don’t know anything.
[ He watches the reindire nuzzling into his palm, muttering more to himself now. ] But they should have listened. They should have.
[ A snort this time, from her, but her voice has a ring of fondness to it when she speaks again. ]
Joseph is far too kind. So am I. You all feel like you’re the ones in charge. You’re not the ones in charge. I know how much you all just love having your privacy, so guess what? I’m taking it away for a while. Hope you haven’t said anything too personal lately.
[ For just a second, it goes quiet, and then the cameras flick off. After another few seconds of darkness, the voice comes through again, this time a bit softer and a bit sweeter. ]
Except the nice ones. The nice ones don’t deserve it either.
[ Yes, Joe can be found in the agricultural section hanging out with the animals. ]
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[Her own voice is soft and happy now. Scaramouche is not exactly the sort of nice person she claims to favor but she can't quite help having a soft spot, for various reasons.]
It's good to hear any friendly voice.
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