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birdical[Good morning, Anchor! There's a gargantuan, mechanical spider outside, a surprise obstacle course inside, and hitting the communicators bright and early — as bright as it gets in the colony — is a transmission from Anchor's Most Kissable Bird (sorry Starscream, maybe you'll win next year).
From the look of it, she's in the intimacy lounge, having made herself comfy on one of the beds: there's a glass of wine, soft lighting, and... some books and papers spread out around her, the thin sheets contrasting sharply with the silken ones that cover the bed. She seems to be doing a lot of writing, but what about? It is a mystery.
She finagles with the camera for another second, trying to prop it up before her so she can look into it while she writes. She gives it a smile as she leans forward, lying on her chest, propping up her chin with her hand; her magenta eyes stare through the device, cutting right to anyone who takes a gander at her message as though she could see them all along.]
I have two questions for you who would answer. What is it you like about yourself? [A beat, possibly for dramatic weight.] What is it you like about who in Anchor you like most?
[Her smile tightens with an almost mischievous air.]
Be truthful. I am eager to hear what you will say, and who you will say it about.
[And with a wink, she ends the transmission. Have a good day, Anchor — she'll be waiting on the line.]
From the look of it, she's in the intimacy lounge, having made herself comfy on one of the beds: there's a glass of wine, soft lighting, and... some books and papers spread out around her, the thin sheets contrasting sharply with the silken ones that cover the bed. She seems to be doing a lot of writing, but what about? It is a mystery.
She finagles with the camera for another second, trying to prop it up before her so she can look into it while she writes. She gives it a smile as she leans forward, lying on her chest, propping up her chin with her hand; her magenta eyes stare through the device, cutting right to anyone who takes a gander at her message as though she could see them all along.]
I have two questions for you who would answer. What is it you like about yourself? [A beat, possibly for dramatic weight.] What is it you like about who in Anchor you like most?
[Her smile tightens with an almost mischievous air.]
Be truthful. I am eager to hear what you will say, and who you will say it about.
[And with a wink, she ends the transmission. Have a good day, Anchor — she'll be waiting on the line.]
