[video] First Experiment.
[When the phone clicks on, it is sitting on a table in one of Abax's upscale clothing stores, at about waist high, and tilted slightly upwards to show a wide shot of the rear of the store. Tesla is standing just off of center from the camera, in front of a floor length mirror, turned sideways from the screen. He's dressed in a pair of black dress pants and a white long-sleeve button up shirt. He's carefully tying a black tie around his neck, his eyes focused on the mirror.]
Hello everyone.
[He speaks without looking at the screen, just as he's finishing tying the tie, and after a moment or two he shakes his head and pulls it off in one smooth motion, tossing it off-screen and selecting a second, nearly-identical one, which he puts on as he resumes talking.]
I'm certain most of you won't recognize me, the downsides of being forced into seclusion, but you should all trust that from this moment on, you're better off than you were before. And please, I don't need the explanations everyone seems insistent on giving about this. This isn't even the first time I woke up in a morgue, let alone the strangest thing I've experienced.
But I mean, think of it. Trapped in a city of endless darkness with no answers, no solutions, no hope. No one to ferret out the secrets of this place and find your way home. Lost, desperate, afraid.
Well, until now, anyway.
[He seems satisfied with the tie, and he slides a dark blue vest off the back of another rack and slips it on, buttoning it up carefully. He's silent again, considering it for a moment, before he retrieves a suit coat he had already chosen that matches the pants he's wearing and tugs it on. Finally, as he's buttoning it, he turns to actually look at the camera, and he's grinning faintly. It's a sly, knowing, grin, tinted with an arrogance that he believes is well-earned.]
My name is Nikola Tesla, which should certainly mean something for the more educated amongst you. And since I've apparently been drafted into this little adventure, I suppose I'll lend my considerable intellect to ensuring we're all home by breakfast.
[He picks up the phone as he talks, his smirk getting a bit wider.]
So don't worry. I'm here to save the day. As usual.
[He seems to be about to turn off the phone when he pauses, and his smirk turns almost sardonic.]
Oh, and Helen. Assuming you're here, and assuming my own arrival is probably your fault...I can't blame you, really, I'd want my help too...I forgive you for doing so without asking. Call me.
Hello everyone.
[He speaks without looking at the screen, just as he's finishing tying the tie, and after a moment or two he shakes his head and pulls it off in one smooth motion, tossing it off-screen and selecting a second, nearly-identical one, which he puts on as he resumes talking.]
I'm certain most of you won't recognize me, the downsides of being forced into seclusion, but you should all trust that from this moment on, you're better off than you were before. And please, I don't need the explanations everyone seems insistent on giving about this. This isn't even the first time I woke up in a morgue, let alone the strangest thing I've experienced.
But I mean, think of it. Trapped in a city of endless darkness with no answers, no solutions, no hope. No one to ferret out the secrets of this place and find your way home. Lost, desperate, afraid.
Well, until now, anyway.
[He seems satisfied with the tie, and he slides a dark blue vest off the back of another rack and slips it on, buttoning it up carefully. He's silent again, considering it for a moment, before he retrieves a suit coat he had already chosen that matches the pants he's wearing and tugs it on. Finally, as he's buttoning it, he turns to actually look at the camera, and he's grinning faintly. It's a sly, knowing, grin, tinted with an arrogance that he believes is well-earned.]
My name is Nikola Tesla, which should certainly mean something for the more educated amongst you. And since I've apparently been drafted into this little adventure, I suppose I'll lend my considerable intellect to ensuring we're all home by breakfast.
[He picks up the phone as he talks, his smirk getting a bit wider.]
So don't worry. I'm here to save the day. As usual.
[He seems to be about to turn off the phone when he pauses, and his smirk turns almost sardonic.]
Oh, and Helen. Assuming you're here, and assuming my own arrival is probably your fault...I can't blame you, really, I'd want my help too...I forgive you for doing so without asking. Call me.