001 - First Article - Video (post-sirens)
[The brunette on the video sports quite a few cuts and bruises; it looks like someone didn’t take her first night out seriously enough. From the scene behind her, she’s in the shelter-dugout, for those who would recognize it.] Okay, newsflash of the hour: humans totally have parental instincts coded into them, and it sucks.
Have to say, the welcoming committee here is pretty thorough, but seriously, a week of horror movie screenings should probably be mandatory basic training. Unless someone’s trying to get us all killed, of course. Is someone? ‘Cause I think right about now I’d love an answer to that.
But now that we’ve gotten past the part where the doomed girl goes to aid the deceptively adorable small child, and past the running-like-hell, I guess this is where I ask if there’s any rhyme or reason to who’s here and who isn’t. Usually this is where I’d be getting the information first hand--believe half of what you see and none of what you hear, and all that--but... uh, that plan’s on hold for the night.
[For a moment she looks sheepish and almost afraid, touching a light cut on her cheek, then running a hand through her hair.] Anyway, happy to take in more and sundry info--I’ll assume the rest of you know how to get in touch with new people. Apparently, I’ll be here all night.
This has been Lois Lane, calling in from the edge of the Darkness.
Have to say, the welcoming committee here is pretty thorough, but seriously, a week of horror movie screenings should probably be mandatory basic training. Unless someone’s trying to get us all killed, of course. Is someone? ‘Cause I think right about now I’d love an answer to that.
But now that we’ve gotten past the part where the doomed girl goes to aid the deceptively adorable small child, and past the running-like-hell, I guess this is where I ask if there’s any rhyme or reason to who’s here and who isn’t. Usually this is where I’d be getting the information first hand--believe half of what you see and none of what you hear, and all that--but... uh, that plan’s on hold for the night.
[For a moment she looks sheepish and almost afraid, touching a light cut on her cheek, then running a hand through her hair.] Anyway, happy to take in more and sundry info--I’ll assume the rest of you know how to get in touch with new people. Apparently, I’ll be here all night.
This has been Lois Lane, calling in from the edge of the Darkness.