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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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Who are you? How have you been helping?
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[A pause.]
My vitriol was not for you.
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Now, how have you helped? It's well and good to say you have, but I'd like to know how. Like "I reprogrammed the robots to make more than Tequila Sunrises". If you can do that, I'll give you a bloody medal.
Wait, that guy speaking... was you?
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It isn't so easy. Do you really think I wouldn't do that if it were easy? Do you think I'm just not telling you things to be mean?
[A huff, and then, obviously confused.]
What guy speaking? I'm female.
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[Ok...]
I mean the one surrounded by animals? Talking about Quarantine? I don't know what any of that was about.
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The things that break, the things that go wrong in this place, those things don't just fix themselves.
[A pause, and then, even more confused.]
The man in the video is Joseph. I was the one speaking.
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[He pauses, and then decides he's probably coming at this from the wrong direction] I'm sorry it's been a thankless task. Putting things to rights isn't easy, not at the best of times, and this place... well. It certainly provides a few challenges.
So you've been here a while? Months?
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[She sounds genuinely surprised at the compliment and thanks, and when she speaks again, her voice is much more cheerful. Bright and happy and energetic.]
It's nice to know someone appreciates all my hard work around here. And oh...it depends on how you mean. I was here for years, and then I was gone, and then I've been back now for a few months, yes.
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Did you go home and come back again? I know of places where that happens. And you always come back... different. Because time passed back home.
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Well, thank you too!
[But when she speaks again, her voice is sober and a bit dark. The sound of a respirator can be heard again in the background, and then some static, and mechanical beeping.]
No, not home. I've never been able to go home.
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But as Connor seems to think they should try to get along, he really is trying. And he can be quite charming, sometimes.]
That is horrible. I hope we can all find a way to get to a place we can find happiness. Be that home or a new place. Or here, if we can get it ship-shape.
If there is something I can do to help you, you can ask. Any time.