[mission: 001] - video
-this thing? [Clatter.] Are you sure? Hmn.
[Obscure view of the ground, unstable, catching a flicker of blue and a foot beyond before the dress shoe darts forward. As though mid-dance, the feet swivel smoothly and continue dancing sideways and back. A thoughtful hum, blue rippling, proximity decreasing as the Forge lifts enough to clip the face of a none-too-happy Anatolian and a particular archway.
Unheard words from a male voice, muffled by the greater sound of rummaging and then there's a sharp flash of. The camera wheezes as it records the boringimage.]
It looks kind've normal... [Some sulky disappointment mingles with the initial enthusiasm. The visual swings upwards, back and, with each upwards lull, catches a delicate hand as it fists and knocks at the rock. One, two and...] -- Whoa~!
[Another knock or two, almost experimental.]
So it's like another dimension, right? Or maybe this is the future. It does have a steampunk feel to it, huh? Wouldn't that make me a time traveler...?!
[No response.]
Oh?
[The feed lifts finally. Haruhi's expression hasn't quite lost its excited glow, but some uncertainty slips through.]
Huh. Is it recording? [The decision doesn't require extensive considering. Have a broad grin, Scorched!] Hello! My name is Haruhi Suzumiya! Is this really another world?
[Her face engulfs the feed, childish glee almost oozing from the screens of her fellow otherworlders. And with minimal difficulty, the feed cuts.]
[Obscure view of the ground, unstable, catching a flicker of blue and a foot beyond before the dress shoe darts forward. As though mid-dance, the feet swivel smoothly and continue dancing sideways and back. A thoughtful hum, blue rippling, proximity decreasing as the Forge lifts enough to clip the face of a none-too-happy Anatolian and a particular archway.
Unheard words from a male voice, muffled by the greater sound of rummaging and then there's a sharp flash of. The camera wheezes as it records the boringimage.]
It looks kind've normal... [Some sulky disappointment mingles with the initial enthusiasm. The visual swings upwards, back and, with each upwards lull, catches a delicate hand as it fists and knocks at the rock. One, two and...] -- Whoa~!
[Another knock or two, almost experimental.]
So it's like another dimension, right? Or maybe this is the future. It does have a steampunk feel to it, huh? Wouldn't that make me a time traveler...?!
[No response.]
Oh?
[The feed lifts finally. Haruhi's expression hasn't quite lost its excited glow, but some uncertainty slips through.]
Huh. Is it recording? [The decision doesn't require extensive considering. Have a broad grin, Scorched!] Hello! My name is Haruhi Suzumiya! Is this really another world?
[Her face engulfs the feed, childish glee almost oozing from the screens of her fellow otherworlders. And with minimal difficulty, the feed cuts.]