1;; (briefly) video, voice, action
[Blank is not a morning person. She isn't even a daylight person, really. More used to being shut up in a dark room for days hours on end with the only light coming from her computer screens, the glare of the Gardens' sun had made her squint, whine pathetically from the brightness, and roll over in an attempt to go back to sleep.
Which worked....for maybe five minutes before nature itself conspired to drag her back into consciousness. (Like twigs sharply poking places that should never be poked.) So now, sitting upright with her brain running on sleepy autopilot, Blank reads the various scrolls provided by the cats with an distracted and uncomprehending sort of amusement. Oh, had she been kidnapped? Ha ha ha, silly terrorists, don't you know that interrogation doesn't really work when you surround your target with pretty flowers and woodland animals?
If she had been properly awake and not so convinced that this was another some crazy dream brought on by all those chemicals in her energy drinks, Blank might actually be scared about this situation! Or at least doing something more sensible than repeatedly poking and prodding the Vine out of curiosity. Eventually, the besieged plant offers the telltale mirror.]
-guess it couldn't hurt...oh! [Awkward staring into the glassy surface, then a sheepish grin.] Wow, I didn't expect that to actually work. I guess this is gonna be really lucid... [Prods the mirror.] So, uh, is this how I talk to my captors? I'm pretty sure I have those, being kidnapped or whatever, even if I'm dreaming about it all at the same time- [Blank gives it another poke, and the video portion of the feed suddenly ends as the Vine interprets the gesture as a desire for the voice option. Blank's voice continues on, surprised now.] -what the hell was that? Hey!
[Rustling sounds as she pokes the thing again, but the Vine is getting annoyed by this point and grows stubborn, refusing to bring back the mirror for more than a few taunting moments. Each glimpse of Blank shows her quickly growing more exasperated until she's outright flailing at the plant like an idiot.]
Ugh, if this was a computer, there'd at least be a manual! Why isn't there one, anyway? Or like a hundred? It's supposed to be my dream, not some gardener's.
[Our freshly arrived, often sleep deprived hacker, ladies and ladies.]
Which worked....for maybe five minutes before nature itself conspired to drag her back into consciousness. (Like twigs sharply poking places that should never be poked.) So now, sitting upright with her brain running on sleepy autopilot, Blank reads the various scrolls provided by the cats with an distracted and uncomprehending sort of amusement. Oh, had she been kidnapped? Ha ha ha, silly terrorists, don't you know that interrogation doesn't really work when you surround your target with pretty flowers and woodland animals?
If she had been properly awake and not so convinced that this was another some crazy dream brought on by all those chemicals in her energy drinks, Blank might actually be scared about this situation! Or at least doing something more sensible than repeatedly poking and prodding the Vine out of curiosity. Eventually, the besieged plant offers the telltale mirror.]
-guess it couldn't hurt...oh! [Awkward staring into the glassy surface, then a sheepish grin.] Wow, I didn't expect that to actually work. I guess this is gonna be really lucid... [Prods the mirror.] So, uh, is this how I talk to my captors? I'm pretty sure I have those, being kidnapped or whatever, even if I'm dreaming about it all at the same time- [Blank gives it another poke, and the video portion of the feed suddenly ends as the Vine interprets the gesture as a desire for the voice option. Blank's voice continues on, surprised now.] -what the hell was that? Hey!
[Rustling sounds as she pokes the thing again, but the Vine is getting annoyed by this point and grows stubborn, refusing to bring back the mirror for more than a few taunting moments. Each glimpse of Blank shows her quickly growing more exasperated until she's outright flailing at the plant like an idiot.]
Ugh, if this was a computer, there'd at least be a manual! Why isn't there one, anyway? Or like a hundred? It's supposed to be my dream, not some gardener's.
[Our freshly arrived, often sleep deprived hacker, ladies and ladies.]