[voice then eventually video]
[The feed actually turns on to a rather unpleasant sort of electronic howl, as if someone is doing something exceedingly unpleasant to the wearable. There's the sound of something clicking against it, the pull of fabric and even a soft tearing noise.]
...You are the strangest machine I have ever seen, Mr. Diary. If you are a Mr. Diary. I think you are... But it doesn't matter how strange you are because I will figure you out.
[The voice is young, female, six or seven, and she sounds quite sure of herself, really. There's another burst of staticy noise and a long shriek of something metallic, and then the feed flips from audio to video, to show a girl who is, indeed, seven or so, poking at the wearable with a tiny yellow screwdriver.]
Oh! You did something different that time! Hmm, I wonder if you...
[Her face gets close to the screen and she frowns at it, then taps it a few times with the handle of the screwdriver. When she leans back, she's setting the device down, and she begins toying with the buttons, sending the screen into all sorts of a tizzy before it settles back to just videoing her. She doesn't seem to be having any problems figuring out how to use the device.]
There! Okay Mr. Diary, now you behave or I'll have to take you apart completely. And I'm not sure I'll put you back together again unless you deserve it.
[She taps the screen with her finger as if she's scolding it, and then it wobbles as she stands and peers around. She is near one of the city zone teleporters, though it's hard to pin down which one. Her clothing is a simple blue dress, probably circa the early 1950's, very well maintained but obviously having had its share of tears to be mended. She is frowning slightly as she looks around, turning in a long circle.]
I wish I knew where we were though, Mr. Diary. Mother doesn't scold me too bad when I go and watch the Dog Eaters but she'll be very cross if I get so lost I can't get home! And this doesn't look like anywhere! Do you think this is how we got here?
[She appears to have focused on the teleporter.]
If it's a bathosphere like Mother had installed it's the strangest one I've ever seen! But I bet I can get it to send us back before she gets too mad...
[She brandishes her screwdriver like a weapon, and starts towards the machine...]
[ooc: All replies will be from poor_mr_diary , which is seven year old Eleanor's account.]
...You are the strangest machine I have ever seen, Mr. Diary. If you are a Mr. Diary. I think you are... But it doesn't matter how strange you are because I will figure you out.
[The voice is young, female, six or seven, and she sounds quite sure of herself, really. There's another burst of staticy noise and a long shriek of something metallic, and then the feed flips from audio to video, to show a girl who is, indeed, seven or so, poking at the wearable with a tiny yellow screwdriver.]
Oh! You did something different that time! Hmm, I wonder if you...
[Her face gets close to the screen and she frowns at it, then taps it a few times with the handle of the screwdriver. When she leans back, she's setting the device down, and she begins toying with the buttons, sending the screen into all sorts of a tizzy before it settles back to just videoing her. She doesn't seem to be having any problems figuring out how to use the device.]
There! Okay Mr. Diary, now you behave or I'll have to take you apart completely. And I'm not sure I'll put you back together again unless you deserve it.
[She taps the screen with her finger as if she's scolding it, and then it wobbles as she stands and peers around. She is near one of the city zone teleporters, though it's hard to pin down which one. Her clothing is a simple blue dress, probably circa the early 1950's, very well maintained but obviously having had its share of tears to be mended. She is frowning slightly as she looks around, turning in a long circle.]
I wish I knew where we were though, Mr. Diary. Mother doesn't scold me too bad when I go and watch the Dog Eaters but she'll be very cross if I get so lost I can't get home! And this doesn't look like anywhere! Do you think this is how we got here?
[She appears to have focused on the teleporter.]
If it's a bathosphere like Mother had installed it's the strangest one I've ever seen! But I bet I can get it to send us back before she gets too mad...
[She brandishes her screwdriver like a weapon, and starts towards the machine...]
[ooc: All replies will be from poor_mr_diary , which is seven year old Eleanor's account.]