001 // video ♉
[Tavros has been in this city for... well, a little while. He's gotten some clothes, he's gotten his wheelchair, he's met a friend and he's learned about a weird cult of people who kick receptacles as their main agenda (while cosplaying as insane looking flat toothed aliens or something?). It's a pretty strange place, this city he's woken up in, but now that he's settled in and has began wheeling himself around all the buildings that don't have any stairs, he's... kind of enjoying it, to be frank. It's very peaceful (albeit eerie), here, and nothing tries to kill him. He hasn't found any culling drones or angry trolls out to cause him pain at all. It's nice!]
[He's rolling through the streets of this bizarre wonderland when he stops to pull out his phone. Maybe the polite thing to do would be to say hello to everyone? That would probably be best. So, the camera feed opens up to a horribly wobbly image of a grey skinned orange-horned alien thirteen year old. He's obviously nervous; his hands are kind of shaky and ruining the entire image, but it's fiiiiine.]
Uh... [He clears his throat and takes one hand away from the camera, a pretty funny expression of surprise rising on his face as he fumbles and nearly drops the phone. When he regains his composure, his free hand is waving happily at the screen! Or, well, he's trying to look happy, but he just looks uncomfortable.]
S-so....
Oh, I guess the best thing to do, would be to say hello, and also to tell whoever is watching this, (which is you, if, you're hearing me right now,) that... my name, is Tavros? So, yes, it is a pleasure to meet you, mostly, unless it isn't, in which case, that was probably just some meaningless pleasantries that I used just now.
[this ... ok already this isn't going anywhere and Tavros can tell. His cheeks are going kind of brown as he blushes with his weird alien blood at each passing word but he presses on!!!!]
I... uh. ...
That. That's all. [And he-- and he turns off the video. ok so he doesn't actually press on at all.]
[what a strange kid.]
[He's rolling through the streets of this bizarre wonderland when he stops to pull out his phone. Maybe the polite thing to do would be to say hello to everyone? That would probably be best. So, the camera feed opens up to a horribly wobbly image of a grey skinned orange-horned alien thirteen year old. He's obviously nervous; his hands are kind of shaky and ruining the entire image, but it's fiiiiine.]
Uh... [He clears his throat and takes one hand away from the camera, a pretty funny expression of surprise rising on his face as he fumbles and nearly drops the phone. When he regains his composure, his free hand is waving happily at the screen! Or, well, he's trying to look happy, but he just looks uncomfortable.]
S-so....
Oh, I guess the best thing to do, would be to say hello, and also to tell whoever is watching this, (which is you, if, you're hearing me right now,) that... my name, is Tavros? So, yes, it is a pleasure to meet you, mostly, unless it isn't, in which case, that was probably just some meaningless pleasantries that I used just now.
[this ... ok already this isn't going anywhere and Tavros can tell. His cheeks are going kind of brown as he blushes with his weird alien blood at each passing word but he presses on!!!!]
I... uh. ...
That. That's all. [And he-- and he turns off the video. ok so he doesn't actually press on at all.]
[what a strange kid.]