25 - TIME TRAVEL'S A HELL OF A THING.
[Video clicks on, and there's a young man who's clearly been yanked straight out of the trenches peering towards the screen. He's dressed in an American first world war uniform, encrusted with grime and mud, and clutching a rifle and bayonet to his chest. He looks uncomfortable, and a little twitchy. Clearly he's not taking being redistributed throughout history too well.]
Uh... so, it seems to me that we've all been brought here, and that none of us know quite why, and... whoever might'a been behind it ain't coming forward to tell us.
[He clears his throat, and looks directly into the camera.]
So, I think what we ought to do is collect ourselves somewhere, say who we are, and were we're from, and see if we can't iron out for ourselves how we got here, and how we can get back home.
[He pauses for a moment, fidgeting uncomfortably with his rifle. There's a slight quaver in his hands that he seems not to notice.]
My name is Private John Stakowski, and I'm with the 3rd Infantry Division of the United States Army. I seen that there's some other service members around as well, so if anyone needs any help or gets into any kinda trouble? Then you can come to one of us and we'll do all we can to help you. If anyone needs me, I'm gonna be in the dining hall on level one - which is where I'm proposing we regroup to try and figure this thing out.
[He gives an awkward little grin, as if he doesn't quite know what he could do to help, but he'd sure as hell try anyway.]
Don't worry, we're the good guys.
[ooc: Annnnd Jim/John is going to be sitting in the dining hall worrying, and open to anyone who feels like spam]
Uh... so, it seems to me that we've all been brought here, and that none of us know quite why, and... whoever might'a been behind it ain't coming forward to tell us.
[He clears his throat, and looks directly into the camera.]
So, I think what we ought to do is collect ourselves somewhere, say who we are, and were we're from, and see if we can't iron out for ourselves how we got here, and how we can get back home.
[He pauses for a moment, fidgeting uncomfortably with his rifle. There's a slight quaver in his hands that he seems not to notice.]
My name is Private John Stakowski, and I'm with the 3rd Infantry Division of the United States Army. I seen that there's some other service members around as well, so if anyone needs any help or gets into any kinda trouble? Then you can come to one of us and we'll do all we can to help you. If anyone needs me, I'm gonna be in the dining hall on level one - which is where I'm proposing we regroup to try and figure this thing out.
[He gives an awkward little grin, as if he doesn't quite know what he could do to help, but he'd sure as hell try anyway.]
Don't worry, we're the good guys.
[ooc: Annnnd Jim/John is going to be sitting in the dining hall worrying, and open to anyone who feels like spam]