Entry 1: Video
[The communicator turns on, but there's a bit of fiddling and static before she can get it to work. Anyone listening can hear what sounds like muffled swearing. Finally, the video switches on, and there's an attractive young blonde woman peering at the screen, wearing what looks like armor and a loose leather-and-gold collar around her neck. Her accent is difficult to place... sort of English, but not quite, and with a vague trace of something European.]
Oh, dear. I can tell this is going to take a while to work out... We've only just gotten the new clacks up back home. This doesn't run on imp, does it? [She frowns, poking it curiously.]
Right. Well, anyway. Hello, er... out there. You can call me Captain Angua, I suppose.
Wardens? Would one of you mind bringing me up to speed as to what the rules actually are around this place? I wouldn't want to write someone up on, say, thieving without a license, if that's not something you do here. Not to mention something like proffering with intent.
[She spots something moving out of the corner of her eye and turns, squinting... Then she just sighs, turning back to the screen.] So we've got boogeymen on board, then? Anyone got a bit of blanket handy?
[ADDENDUM: A long time later, when she's sure that most people have moved on from this post and won't actually hear it, and filtered to Wardens only:]
Incidentally, I'm a werewolf. Just thought that should... be out there. Please try not to spread it to the inmates, if you would. I've found things are just a lot... easier, when fewer people know.
And no, I won't bite you, and nothing would happen if I did. And no, I don't go wild at the full moon... Although if the kitchen staff wouldn't mind putting out a few chickens once a month, it would be much appreciated.
Oh, dear. I can tell this is going to take a while to work out... We've only just gotten the new clacks up back home. This doesn't run on imp, does it? [She frowns, poking it curiously.]
Right. Well, anyway. Hello, er... out there. You can call me Captain Angua, I suppose.
Wardens? Would one of you mind bringing me up to speed as to what the rules actually are around this place? I wouldn't want to write someone up on, say, thieving without a license, if that's not something you do here. Not to mention something like proffering with intent.
[She spots something moving out of the corner of her eye and turns, squinting... Then she just sighs, turning back to the screen.] So we've got boogeymen on board, then? Anyone got a bit of blanket handy?
[ADDENDUM: A long time later, when she's sure that most people have moved on from this post and won't actually hear it, and filtered to Wardens only:]
Incidentally, I'm a werewolf. Just thought that should... be out there. Please try not to spread it to the inmates, if you would. I've found things are just a lot... easier, when fewer people know.
And no, I won't bite you, and nothing would happen if I did. And no, I don't go wild at the full moon... Although if the kitchen staff wouldn't mind putting out a few chickens once a month, it would be much appreciated.