[Clatter! Goes the sound of the tape-recorder flying out of his hands; having flung it like a white-hot stone to the other side of the room.]
What the.. wh.. who's voice is that?
[Not exactly asking her personally.. No, he couldn't remember ever recording someone-else, let alone letting someone borrow it to do so. A shallow breath follows.. he really needed to stop talking to himself.]
[ She can already tell this is going to be tricky... ]
Sir? I know it's hard to believe, but you aren't talking to yourself. I'm speaking to you over a device known as an NV, on the network of a city called Siren's Port.
[Looking from the haunted tape-recorder to the barred windows.. he knew the lesser of two evils immediately. Padding softly back to the device, he picks it up and shakes it a bit.
Definitely not broken.
But there's nothing right about the words being honestly plead through it.]
I got.. I got that part down.
[Every step towards the door made his heckles rise.]
...But I've never heard of Siren's Port.. how.. How far is that from Marathon?
[She was right, there was considerable disbelief in him... but the consensus was slowly swaying him, as his thoughts started to diminish under his heavy intoxication.]
[ She doesn't immediately correct him, answering the questions instead: ]
The answer to the first is: the Core. As far as anyone's been able to figure out, it's a machine that has the power to draw people to this island-- to this world-- and keep them here.
That about answers the second question, too. [ A pause. ] No one knows how to get home. Sometimes people disappear-- they're killed or simply vanish. Sometimes they come back with memories of this place, and sometimes they don't. That's about the long and short of it.
voice; it's all good! o/topslugJuly 1 2011, 05:00:24 UTC
Who would be? [ Her tone is matter of fact. ]
Human beings have a remarkable capacity to adapt to anything, though, and I can say I've been in worse situations. Being stuck on an island with no escape might be an issue if that's all I had to work with, but there are other people here. It's not like I have to deal with this alone.
Besides, they say life back home goes on as if you never even left. If that's true, then there isn't really a pressing reason for me to try and find a way back. I wouldn't even know where to start.
Sir, is the decay spreading into the room from the door? [ If he's not in a place that's adequately Darkness-proofed... ]
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[Clatter! Goes the sound of the tape-recorder flying out of his hands; having flung it like a white-hot stone to the other side of the room.]
What the.. wh.. who's voice is that?
[Not exactly asking her personally.. No, he couldn't remember ever recording someone-else, let alone letting someone borrow it to do so. A shallow breath follows.. he really needed to stop talking to himself.]
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Great. Now his recorder was talking to him.
Check 1: talking to self.
Check 2: inanimate objects talking.
Taking a minute to equate just how crazy he was now, stalled him from playing into his insanity and... talking back.]
I'm... not OK.
[First step to recovery is admitting you have a problem.]
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Sir? I know it's hard to believe, but you aren't talking to yourself. I'm speaking to you over a device known as an NV, on the network of a city called Siren's Port.
Whatever you do, do not go outside.
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Definitely not broken.
But there's nothing right about the words being honestly plead through it.]
I got.. I got that part down.
[Every step towards the door made his heckles rise.]
...But I've never heard of Siren's Port.. how.. How far is that from Marathon?
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But if it's any help, Siren's Port is located on an island off the coast of Canada.
[ Pause-- ] I know this must all seem really... really unbelievable for you, right now, but I'll do my best to answer any questions you have.
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You're the second to say that now.
[She was right, there was considerable disbelief in him... but the consensus was slowly swaying him, as his thoughts started to diminish under his heavy intoxication.]
...What do people usually ask?
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[ Now that he seems a little less on edge, she lets her voice lose the urgency. As long as he's talking to her, he isn't out in the Darkness. ]
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[It's the closest he can remember. There's almost a childishness to his voice, meek, reserved, and infallibly honest.]
Can you.. answer those? That'd be swell.
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The answer to the first is: the Core. As far as anyone's been able to figure out, it's a machine that has the power to draw people to this island-- to this world-- and keep them here.
That about answers the second question, too. [ A pause. ] No one knows how to get home. Sometimes people disappear-- they're killed or simply vanish. Sometimes they come back with memories of this place, and sometimes they don't. That's about the long and short of it.
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So it's like a prison with a revolving door that doesn't work most of the time... heh.
[Sounded like Texas state penitentiary.
It also sounded like a load of bull.]
Are you OK with that?
[She was far too accommodating... with something like that he'd expect a bit less enthusiasm.]
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Human beings have a remarkable capacity to adapt to anything, though, and I can say I've been in worse situations. Being stuck on an island with no escape might be an issue if that's all I had to work with, but there are other people here. It's not like I have to deal with this alone.
Besides, they say life back home goes on as if you never even left. If that's true, then there isn't really a pressing reason for me to try and find a way back. I wouldn't even know where to start.
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