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[The NV has been propped up on a desk to film the interior of one of the starter apartments, or more specifically the occupant who has just switched it on. He leans back into his chair and seems to be taking everything in his stride; it’d be hard to tell he just got here if it weren’t for the streaks of pitcher’s mound dust on his coat and one of the "Welcome" packages visible on the table next to him. The pamphlets are unopened but the free toiletries are scattered about haphazardly and he occasionally fiddles with one.
He's the sort of person that, had he not been pulled from seven years before The Wizard of Oz hit the silver screen, would have considered “I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore” an acceptable introduction here. Unknowingly deprived of a snappy opening line he begins rambling unselfconsciously with a strong New York City accent, accompanied by hand gestures which seem to run a few beats quicker than the tempo of his speech.]
This broadcasts sound and film to a bunch of people out in that city, right? I don’t understand how it works but that’s pretty incredible! Unbelievable, almost. So, the way I figure, either it’s like that greeting feller said about the pull thing and not being able to leave the city, or somehow I've wound up in a dream. A different dream, I mean. It feels different even if the city smells about as bad. [he pauses for a moment, examining his clothes and hands then running them over his face, slightly squashing his features up between them to illustrate to the camera] But it doesn't feel like anything's changed with me, which I kinda woulda expected being in a brand-new world and all. It also seems pretty unlikely that I died without noticin’, but then I got no good reason to think death doesn’t look like a ballpark. [the prospect doesn’t seem to worry him - if he’s dead it’s surely only a bump in the road, as demonstrated by the fact that he’s now sitting up in a seedy apartment waving a complimentary disposable razor at the camera] So I ain’t too sure what’s going on right now.
Either way this ain’t New York, or even America. Which oughta clear up that little problem I was having with names and registers and all that legal jazz, if nothing else. And to be honest I guess I’m feeling a little attached to that old name what with it being part of where I’ve come from and heritage and the like. I’m thinking of just going back to it for old times’ sake. [He internally mulls over the pros and cons of name changes for a moment, pinching at the bridge of his nose in an exaggerated fashion and humming nasally. He seems to have forgotten about his presumed audience or thinks he’s interesting enough to hold their attention throughout this little intermission]
Well, I’m stuck, so for now let’s just go with Rail Tracer or Vino. I can decide on a proper name later!
[He goes to switch the NV off, but suddenly remembers something. When he speaks again his hands are perfectly still.]
They mentioned that a lotta the time people wind up here who've come from the same place. [There's a pause. Whatever internal logic is going on he chooses to keep to himself this time.]
If you’re out there, I remember you. And I’ll find you.
He's the sort of person that, had he not been pulled from seven years before The Wizard of Oz hit the silver screen, would have considered “I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore” an acceptable introduction here. Unknowingly deprived of a snappy opening line he begins rambling unselfconsciously with a strong New York City accent, accompanied by hand gestures which seem to run a few beats quicker than the tempo of his speech.]
This broadcasts sound and film to a bunch of people out in that city, right? I don’t understand how it works but that’s pretty incredible! Unbelievable, almost. So, the way I figure, either it’s like that greeting feller said about the pull thing and not being able to leave the city, or somehow I've wound up in a dream. A different dream, I mean. It feels different even if the city smells about as bad. [he pauses for a moment, examining his clothes and hands then running them over his face, slightly squashing his features up between them to illustrate to the camera] But it doesn't feel like anything's changed with me, which I kinda woulda expected being in a brand-new world and all. It also seems pretty unlikely that I died without noticin’, but then I got no good reason to think death doesn’t look like a ballpark. [the prospect doesn’t seem to worry him - if he’s dead it’s surely only a bump in the road, as demonstrated by the fact that he’s now sitting up in a seedy apartment waving a complimentary disposable razor at the camera] So I ain’t too sure what’s going on right now.
Either way this ain’t New York, or even America. Which oughta clear up that little problem I was having with names and registers and all that legal jazz, if nothing else. And to be honest I guess I’m feeling a little attached to that old name what with it being part of where I’ve come from and heritage and the like. I’m thinking of just going back to it for old times’ sake. [He internally mulls over the pros and cons of name changes for a moment, pinching at the bridge of his nose in an exaggerated fashion and humming nasally. He seems to have forgotten about his presumed audience or thinks he’s interesting enough to hold their attention throughout this little intermission]
Well, I’m stuck, so for now let’s just go with Rail Tracer or Vino. I can decide on a proper name later!
[He goes to switch the NV off, but suddenly remembers something. When he speaks again his hands are perfectly still.]
They mentioned that a lotta the time people wind up here who've come from the same place. [There's a pause. Whatever internal logic is going on he chooses to keep to himself this time.]
If you’re out there, I remember you. And I’ll find you.