037 ± [text/location: a park] my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth
Glitch was knee-deep in snapdragons, stepping carefully between the plants and surveying them with a serene smile. In his left hand he held a riotous bouquet of flowers: narcissus and tulip and lily and and daisy and a spray of forget-me-not. He carried a delicate pair of scissors in his right hand, and once he spotted a violet-blue snapdragon he knelt to claim it for his collection, snipping it far down on the stem.
'Thank you,' he tried to tell the plant, but no sound came out. Glitch gasped and dropped his bouquet along with the scissors to clap his hands over his ears. 'Hello? Oh gods I can't I can't-'
He shot to his feet and looked around frantically, and noticed the silent Extra children playing in a nearby fountain, and beyond them one of the city trams rumbling by with a jaunty ring of its bell. With a sigh he lowered his hands and pulled his tablet from his pocket, frowning when it defaulted to text
'This is weird,' he mouthed, then cringed, then read over the recent transmissions in all their diverse languages and took out the tablet's stylus to add some English to the mix. Or so he hoped.
{ Hello, it's Glitch and I can only }- What he'd meant to say was understand English but what he was writing looked like primitive hieroglyphics. The last place he'd seen writing like that was on the wall of a cave back in the O.Z., and he'd had no idea what it meant then either.
{ DG? Cain? Can either of you read this? }
ooc: backdated to Sunday! Everything bolded is in the Picture Language Of The Ancients, which he is very quickly going to drop via actually typing instead of writing freehand.
'Thank you,' he tried to tell the plant, but no sound came out. Glitch gasped and dropped his bouquet along with the scissors to clap his hands over his ears. 'Hello? Oh gods I can't I can't-'
He shot to his feet and looked around frantically, and noticed the silent Extra children playing in a nearby fountain, and beyond them one of the city trams rumbling by with a jaunty ring of its bell. With a sigh he lowered his hands and pulled his tablet from his pocket, frowning when it defaulted to text
'This is weird,' he mouthed, then cringed, then read over the recent transmissions in all their diverse languages and took out the tablet's stylus to add some English to the mix. Or so he hoped.
{ Hello, it's Glitch and I can only }- What he'd meant to say was understand English but what he was writing looked like primitive hieroglyphics. The last place he'd seen writing like that was on the wall of a cave back in the O.Z., and he'd had no idea what it meant then either.
{ DG? Cain? Can either of you read this? }
ooc: backdated to Sunday! Everything bolded is in the Picture Language Of The Ancients, which he is very quickly going to drop via actually typing instead of writing freehand.