.002 - [ Video ]
[The video comes on to the sight of Lloyd’s hand moving away from the device. He appears to be indoors, the room gloomy, lit by the communicator’s screen and what seems to be a small torch in the crook of Lloyd’s arm. It might take a moment for things to come into focus, but the light from the torch shines down on books, and people who can put two and two together will realise that Lloyd is in the library of the mansion.
He doesn’t seem to hold anything other than curiosity, showing no fear or signs of sickness. Indeed, he seems quite calm as he sets the torch down and opens a book.]
Seems to be some electricity in this place, even if it’s all off right now. Is that why you all left a month or so ago? It shouldn’t take too long to figure out how to get it up and running again, you know.
[He quirks and eyebrow at the feed and smoothes a page of the book. It crackles as he does so, a gentle hissing noise. Sifty sifty. He picks the torch back up and points it at the page.]
Now, let’s see here… my my, what an ugly looking thing…
[But you’re not getting to see the illustration. Lloyd just clears his throat a leans closer to the book.
”The Nuckelavee is a creature from Orcadian folklore. The name is a later corruption of the Orcadian name "knoggelvi", which in turn seems to be a variant of the "Nokk" or "Nuggle", and is thus related to the Icelandic Nykur…” Well, that’s all very good, but what exactly does it have to do with anything?
[He taps the book, which gives a surprisingly sharp sound - a San! noise.]
Black blood… no skin… head and fins… it’s just a mythological creature. To think I came here looking for something useful… [He pushes his glasses up his nose and gives a sigh, turning the pages of the book. Again, there is that little sifty-sifty noise, and then the mansion creaks, grinding out the saaaaan. Lloyd takes no notice of this and begins to read the next page.]
… “Burying a knife of cold iron under your doorstep will give protection against witches…” Well, that would be good if witches were anything but little girls trying to be interesting…
[And then there seems to be an interupption over the feed, flickering to a still shot of the loch. A voice speaks over it, and it is distinctly not Lloyd’s.]
“I am Sifty-sifty San, I’m here by the loch, but where is the man?”
[It flicks back to Lloyd bent over the book, which crackles - San! - as he smoothes his long fingers over it.]
Black Annis... hm, like a tamer Baba-yaga. You know, this book would be perfect for scaring any children with -
[Again, the interupption, but it now shows the path leading up to the mansion.]
“I am Sifty-sifty San, I’m here on the path, but where is the man?””
[Back to Lloyd, as if the feed hadn’t been interrupted - as if he doesn’t know it is happening.]
- we don’t have any, of course. Typical. Nothing much of use… I admit I was hoping for a dai -
[And now the gate of the mansion.]
“I am Sifty-sifty San, I’m here by the gate, but where is the man?”
[It focusing in on Lloyd again, closing the book with a sharp San!]
What a waste.
[He doesn’t reach over to turn off the feed, but the feed goes dark regardless.]
He doesn’t seem to hold anything other than curiosity, showing no fear or signs of sickness. Indeed, he seems quite calm as he sets the torch down and opens a book.]
Seems to be some electricity in this place, even if it’s all off right now. Is that why you all left a month or so ago? It shouldn’t take too long to figure out how to get it up and running again, you know.
[He quirks and eyebrow at the feed and smoothes a page of the book. It crackles as he does so, a gentle hissing noise. Sifty sifty. He picks the torch back up and points it at the page.]
Now, let’s see here… my my, what an ugly looking thing…
[But you’re not getting to see the illustration. Lloyd just clears his throat a leans closer to the book.
”The Nuckelavee is a creature from Orcadian folklore. The name is a later corruption of the Orcadian name "knoggelvi", which in turn seems to be a variant of the "Nokk" or "Nuggle", and is thus related to the Icelandic Nykur…” Well, that’s all very good, but what exactly does it have to do with anything?
[He taps the book, which gives a surprisingly sharp sound - a San! noise.]
Black blood… no skin… head and fins… it’s just a mythological creature. To think I came here looking for something useful… [He pushes his glasses up his nose and gives a sigh, turning the pages of the book. Again, there is that little sifty-sifty noise, and then the mansion creaks, grinding out the saaaaan. Lloyd takes no notice of this and begins to read the next page.]
… “Burying a knife of cold iron under your doorstep will give protection against witches…” Well, that would be good if witches were anything but little girls trying to be interesting…
[And then there seems to be an interupption over the feed, flickering to a still shot of the loch. A voice speaks over it, and it is distinctly not Lloyd’s.]
“I am Sifty-sifty San, I’m here by the loch, but where is the man?”
[It flicks back to Lloyd bent over the book, which crackles - San! - as he smoothes his long fingers over it.]
Black Annis... hm, like a tamer Baba-yaga. You know, this book would be perfect for scaring any children with -
[Again, the interupption, but it now shows the path leading up to the mansion.]
“I am Sifty-sifty San, I’m here on the path, but where is the man?””
[Back to Lloyd, as if the feed hadn’t been interrupted - as if he doesn’t know it is happening.]
- we don’t have any, of course. Typical. Nothing much of use… I admit I was hoping for a dai -
[And now the gate of the mansion.]
“I am Sifty-sifty San, I’m here by the gate, but where is the man?”
[It focusing in on Lloyd again, closing the book with a sharp San!]
What a waste.
[He doesn’t reach over to turn off the feed, but the feed goes dark regardless.]