☆ one [video]
[a pretty redhead woman with a rather outdated hairstyle appears on screen, wearing a rather figure-hugging black-and-yellow costume. She blinks a few times]
I still have spots in my eyes from that last flash. A flash that, for some reason, took me someplace other than the photo studio.
[there’s a pause, as though she’s trying to compose herself]
I knew I shouldn’t have had that glass of wine on an empty stomach. I sure hope those boys taking my picture didn’t slip something funny into my drink. Ugh. I feel like I’m going to puke
[she looks annoyed for a moment, but then she brightens up, flashing the communicator a lovely smile.]
I sure hope this isn’t a fan’s attempt to get me back into the hero business. Sorry kids, but Sally’s retired. I agreed to a photo shoot as the Silk Spectre, and from what I know, a photo shoot does not mean I’m returning. And no matter how impressive this uh, wireless phone-thing is, I have a two-year-old daughter to get home to.
[she looks around for a moment, and rubs her forehead.]
Yup…they must have slipped me something. I feel like I’m in some sort of science fiction film. Uh, if this phone works, can someone be a doll and tell me how to get back to [address not in the City]?
Everything looks so…different. Hopefully whatever they gave me wears out soon…
I still have spots in my eyes from that last flash. A flash that, for some reason, took me someplace other than the photo studio.
[there’s a pause, as though she’s trying to compose herself]
I knew I shouldn’t have had that glass of wine on an empty stomach. I sure hope those boys taking my picture didn’t slip something funny into my drink. Ugh. I feel like I’m going to puke
[she looks annoyed for a moment, but then she brightens up, flashing the communicator a lovely smile.]
I sure hope this isn’t a fan’s attempt to get me back into the hero business. Sorry kids, but Sally’s retired. I agreed to a photo shoot as the Silk Spectre, and from what I know, a photo shoot does not mean I’m returning. And no matter how impressive this uh, wireless phone-thing is, I have a two-year-old daughter to get home to.
[she looks around for a moment, and rubs her forehead.]
Yup…they must have slipped me something. I feel like I’m in some sort of science fiction film. Uh, if this phone works, can someone be a doll and tell me how to get back to [address not in the City]?
Everything looks so…different. Hopefully whatever they gave me wears out soon…