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[ When the picture comes into focus, it's Nigel, sitting in what appears to be the sitting room of a random house still dressed in his pajamas. He looks a bit tired or distracted -- his hair slightly disshelved -- and he's quiet for a long moment before finally speaking, his head tilting to one side as he addresses the camera, somewhat blankly. ] Ever since arriving, I've found myself having the most erratic and vivid daydreams. I'd ask if this were normal, but from what I've already gathered, very little is in this place. Just this morning I found myself staring at the ceiling and realized that I'd been awake for much longer.
[ Nigel pauses and his eyes seem to unfocus, looking instead at something distant, beyond the lens. ]
I was thinking of the City. And that terrible noise from last night. Awful, really.
[ There's a stretch of silence before his eyes refocus again, his brow lowering slightly as he leans in towards the camera. ]
I imagined whatever terrible things may follow a noise like that. Chaos, of course. Terror, destruction. [ A pause. ] Death. And for a moment, as I lay there daydreaming, it was as if I understood something. [ Nigel's demeanor brightens strangely and he smiles, almost cheerfully, at the camera as he considers his latest revelation. ] It's going to destroy that wonderful glass tower I can see from the window, I thought. And that machine that brought us here. [ Nigel looks down, away from the camera at something in his lap; the cheerfulness dropping away from his expression almost immediately. ] And the ground beneath our feet.
[ He shakes his head, raising the heel of his palm to rub at his forehead like he's trying to push something down. He continues to look, somewhat perplexed, at what's sitting in his lap off-camera. Eventually, after another pause, he speaks again. ]
Sometimes, if I don't take note, I find myself unable to recall what I've just imagined in the first place. You'd think, having seen some of the most explicit things, I'd be unable to forget. However. [ Carefully, he lifts something off-screen and raises it to the camera. It's a journal of some sort, which he splays open to display the contents. On the page he brings close to the camera, there is a meticulous little drawing of this. ]
I think I will remember this one clearly.
ooc; GODZILLA PLOT POST. Somebody's new power has begun to kick in, only Nigel doesn't realize it's more than just very random and odd daydreaming just yet. There's no reason to actually believe that this is anything beyond some more crazy-sounding rambling from Nigel -- though paranoids, telepaths, power-seers, smart deductive-type folks, whomever are welcome to suspect/know that Nigel's dream is, in fact, the future. Lucky for you, heroes, the futures that Nigel sees are changeable. So. Hop to it.