•01 [VIDEO]
[The video opens with a close-up of Jean-Paul's beautiful, smiling face, with the wind whipping his hair about in a suitably dramatic fashion. He speaks with a slight Quebecois accent]
Hello! It appears this is my new blog. I'm not quite sure why, the computer with the unsettling voice was very reticent, but it did give me this rather fancy camera-phone and some dogtags with my name engraved on them. I know military chic is coming back, but I think personalised jewellry is always a little déclassé, don't you think?
Anyway, there was something...oh, yes! Look!
[The camera swings around, wobbling wildly in and out of focus until it becomes apparent that Jean-Paul is flying between skyscrapers somewhere in the City. He turns the camera back to face him, then does some sort of complicated flip so he's flying on his back, streets crowded with traffic and people visible over his shoulder.]
Where am I? It kind of reminds me of New York, yes? But it's missing all the fun places, the ones where attractive people dress in tight clothing and fight a lot. Maybe they're just different here. I haven't seen anyone I recognise, and my cellphone doesn't work. Can't connect to the network, for some reason. All those roaming minutes, and I can't even use them. I hate alternate realities. That's what this is, right?
[Jean-Paul shakes his head sadly, but something seems to occur to him and a slightly panicked expression fills his face.]
Will my bank cards work here? Please tell me I don't really have to get a job.
Hello! It appears this is my new blog. I'm not quite sure why, the computer with the unsettling voice was very reticent, but it did give me this rather fancy camera-phone and some dogtags with my name engraved on them. I know military chic is coming back, but I think personalised jewellry is always a little déclassé, don't you think?
Anyway, there was something...oh, yes! Look!
[The camera swings around, wobbling wildly in and out of focus until it becomes apparent that Jean-Paul is flying between skyscrapers somewhere in the City. He turns the camera back to face him, then does some sort of complicated flip so he's flying on his back, streets crowded with traffic and people visible over his shoulder.]
Where am I? It kind of reminds me of New York, yes? But it's missing all the fun places, the ones where attractive people dress in tight clothing and fight a lot. Maybe they're just different here. I haven't seen anyone I recognise, and my cellphone doesn't work. Can't connect to the network, for some reason. All those roaming minutes, and I can't even use them. I hate alternate realities. That's what this is, right?
[Jean-Paul shakes his head sadly, but something seems to occur to him and a slightly panicked expression fills his face.]
Will my bank cards work here? Please tell me I don't really have to get a job.