002 [Video Log]
[The feed opens up to a rushing sound: wind, maybe, present but not so loud that it covers her voice. She's been watching the network, the comings and goings of Nuadoria's inhabitants, and isn't sure she likes what she sees]
So this place, what, recycles its hostages? One person vanishes and another pops up, like the first person's flavor wasn't quite to the city's liking. Gee, I hope I'm bitter enough to get sent back, too.
[It takes her only a second to notice how crazy she sounds, and she veers off that line of thought with a sigh]
I'm gonna guess these apartments around here are rent-free...? I mean, the rain's stopped and all even though I'm pretty sure my bones are still soggy, but shelter's always nice. And I can't find any money grubbing attendants around.
Uh, to whoever owns the housing... I'm not a squatter or a crack dealer. So. I guess we're cool.
[/End transmission]
So this place, what, recycles its hostages? One person vanishes and another pops up, like the first person's flavor wasn't quite to the city's liking. Gee, I hope I'm bitter enough to get sent back, too.
[It takes her only a second to notice how crazy she sounds, and she veers off that line of thought with a sigh]
I'm gonna guess these apartments around here are rent-free...? I mean, the rain's stopped and all even though I'm pretty sure my bones are still soggy, but shelter's always nice. And I can't find any money grubbing attendants around.
Uh, to whoever owns the housing... I'm not a squatter or a crack dealer. So. I guess we're cool.
[/End transmission]