001 .ЯR. November 14 -- Arrival
[There's a trollish man with bright red hair and intense, pale blue eyes gazing listlessly at the screen. The spartan room behind him looks as if it has been subjected to a rampaging elephant; whatever furniture that could be is currently overturned, a chair lies on the floor against one wall where it landed, partially splintered, there's a sturdy-looking dresser on its side, the few contents it contained now spilling out onto the floor, and even whatever surface the communicator is resting on seems tilted, based on the crooked angle of the image. The only thing that seems untouched is the narrow bed and the toilet, but the first is turned so it protrudes into the center of the room, as if it had been shoved, and the toilet is far too well-secured to have budged even if he tried, especially not with the Barge's limitation fields in place. Adjoining rooms (rooms 14 and 16 on level 7, pending confirmation, as well as people in the hallway?) would probably have heard the ruckus whether or not they wanted to, accompanied by periodic hoarse shouting without any easily discernible words.
Evidently his arrival was something of a rude awakening.
Whatever anger there was seems to have dissipated now, however, seeing as how the room's sole occupant now seems placid, unaffected. Almost robotic, and when he finally speaks it's absent any kind of particular inflection, although there's a certain amount of haggard exhaustion behind the words.]
Knew you were a pacifist. Didn't expect sadism.
Evidently his arrival was something of a rude awakening.
Whatever anger there was seems to have dissipated now, however, seeing as how the room's sole occupant now seems placid, unaffected. Almost robotic, and when he finally speaks it's absent any kind of particular inflection, although there's a certain amount of haggard exhaustion behind the words.]
Knew you were a pacifist. Didn't expect sadism.