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[Well he’s put off fiddling with this tablet thing for long enough... time to figure this all out. He goes through the tutorial... twice... but still ends up getting onto the network before he means to, so... this starts with some shuffling around, retreating footsteps and eventually an oddly accented voice coming from a little ways away: ]

I'm... Dammit. [Then the footsteps quickly returning and the sound of the tablet being picked up and moved around, voice slightly surprised: ] You're going? Don't do th--

[The sound goes dead as he accidentally flips it first to text... before finally he appears on screen, blinking, eye flickering over to note that the tablet's still on and still recording. Takes a quick breath to collect his thoughts again, grabbing the cigarette hanging at the edge of his lip just before it falls]

Uh... [...right] So'm I understanding right that not all of you have military training? Or even know how to fight? [...] Can I ask who's idea that one was... [Cause it's a bad one 8'| Pauses a moment to light his cigarette with a match, taking a long pull on it and holding it out for the camera] Also uh, if anyone could point me towards more of these, I'd appreciate it, you know?

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Seems to me they can't completely control whatever machine brought us here, resulting in the thing working seemingly randomly. [ "Seemingly" being key. What if, on closer inspection, it's not as random as it seems? Glen's got little more than suspicions about that at this point, however. ]

Seemingly... [Heh... conspiracy theorists are adorable 83 Points... vaguely upwards kjsd since he's thinking of his conversation with Sho but has no way to point that out to her over the camera]

Sounds like. The thing linking us all is that we're [finger quotes] "unique", you know?

Are we? [ That thought amuses her. ] Some might say that everyone is unique in their own way, but you're thinking of something else, aren't you? [ Something less bollocks and horseshit. ]

[Chuckles huu]

Not thinking anything yet. Haven't met enough people here to form my own opinion, you know? [He's just repeating what someone else said to him fffff Leans towards the camera a little]

You agree though? You're... unique?

[ Oh really? Well, neither has she. Maybe the people here are a little less mundane and moronic than the average Vermallian citizen, though.

Maybe. Too soon to say for sure.

She just shrugs and smiles pleasantly at the question. ]

I'm definitely not run of the mill, at least compared to most people back home. What about you?

Mm, I'm nothing important, you know? [...that's not really what she asked Foster you douchebag. But... anyway, shrugs back, taking a thoughtful pull on his cigarette before says anything]

So what's makes you special, huh?

Well, neither am I in the grand scheme of things. I was just an actress. Successful enough, but not exactly important.

[ That's the lie she's been spreading around, at least. Also, perceptive as she is, she gets the feeling he's not being entirely honest either. Makes things interesting. ]

[...snerks oh no]

An actor...? You must feel really out of place then, huh? [He's just... terribly amused at this thought fff]

I'd be feeling slightly less so if this place wasn't so ugly.

[ Seriously. It's a mucking dump. But she remains all smiles, appreciative of how ridiculous (and fitting) her made up background story is. ]

Eh... it's not so bad, I guess.

[sldkfj he's from the equivalent of industrial England, gross poorly constructed cities are pretty standard to him]

Just wish the air wasn't so strange, you know...? [Being sensitive to nature in the midst of pollution and nuclear fallout sucks 8<]

It is a bit stale... like the entire atmosphere needs to be aired out. [ She misses the clean streets and air of her own city! Also, not so bad? Pfft. If she had the energy she'd pity people from ugly places but that would be a waste of energy and pity, so moving on... ] It makes me wonder if the United Earth's cities are any better.

[lskdjf das okay he's not a fan of being pitied anyway. Hums a little, thoughtfully... He kind of tries to avoid wondering about places he can't go... like the mainland :x]

Maybe...? I suppose it depends what you mean by better, huh? [Clean big brother cities vs dirty commune cities]

[ She laughs. ] I'll take the relative freedom of Exsilium, naturally.

[ Still, it would be nice to see for herself, especially if she's going to be stuck here long term. ] But if I got the chance visit and there was reason to believe I'd be safely able to come back, maybe even bring back something useful...

[ A shrug. ] A lot of "if"s, but it's not entirely out of the question. Something prettier to look at, even if it's only on the outside and the inside is rusted and rotten.

[...gives her this... long considering look at that last bit. So... superficial beauty is preferred over anything ugly? Curious... Smiles a little]

I guess so. Maybe you'll get lucky and they'll send you there on a mission, huh? Gotta be something an actor can do for them... [Huhuhu]

[ It's mostly just musing but yeah it's also kind of a cultural thing? Vermallia's not called the Shining Capital for no reason. ]

Some information on how they live over there, how to fit in properly, and I might be able to do it... [ Not any time soon. And only if she's sure she could manage the act well enough. Jumping into a job too soon is something she's learned never to do if she can help it. ] I wouldn't be so out of place here as we originally thought if I could manage it, hm?

Unless they could find a soldier who could do the same job.

[Little smile 8>c Cause I mean... he's aware that's kind of a douchey thing to say, but it is, ultimately, the point of this whole post ldkjsf]

If they could I wouldn't mind shirking the duty onto her. [ She's all pleasantness, not letting his suggestion faze her. She really does value her own hide over a change in scenery in the end. If someone else is better equipped for a mission like that, they can take it. ] Really, I'm only musing about the possibilities here. Whether we were randomly selected or not, unless your particular talent happens to be belching all one hundred and six Frabbian runes backwards, you should be able to contribute in some way if you really want to.

[...wow that sure was a phrase you just said there. Blinks. Runs it through his head again. Leans forward]

One hundred and six... Frabbiwhat. Huh??

[ Ah, right. It's unlikely he'd be familiar with anything from her world. No one she'd met thus far was. ]

The one hundred and six runes used in the Frabbian Archipelago to document their thrice-damned language in writing. [ Said patiently, and with a smile. ] The people of my country enjoy a long history of hostility and disdain towards Frabbia and its people, and yet most are still incredibly impressed when they encounter someone who can belch the runes in a pub somewhere.

Ah... huh... [Countries constantly at each others' throats? Reminds him of his childhood aww]

Sounds like uh... some of the Eastern tongues... where I'm from. Never understand why they needed all those letters... [Heh... possibly teasing her now???] Thrice-damned seems a little much to me though... you know?

The rest of the continent makes do with thirty or so. [ In other worlds, she doesn't get why they need that many either. A shrug. ] In everything, though, they insist on being isolated and preserving their old ways. The Archipelago is supposedly thrice-damned by our God, at this point... unless they managed to up to to four. That would be impressive.

[ Ah, subtle jabs at the heathen Frabbians. Reminds her of home. But, they digress! ]

Anyway, my point still stands. Anyone's usefulness here depends on what they decide to do with themselves, not any particular talents or lack thereof they may have had at home.

Edited 2012-12-22 05:05 (UTC)

Yeah I gotcha. Maybe don't agree entirely, but. [Shrugs. Not like it matters really. Either they'll all die fighting someone else's war or they won't. He's mostly just interested in staying on the winning side tbh]

[Besides! He's in a mess of multiculturalism in the meantime and humans get more and more fascinating to him the older he gets. So!]

How is it an island goes about being thrice-damned by God?

[ So he wants to learn about her world, hm? He isn't the first, but he's hardly one of many. Glen hesitates a moment before answering his question, considering whether giving too much information about home is a possibility.

It could be.

But probably not for her. If the people here learn more about her world, that won't affect her, personally, and that's all that matters. Unless they happen to get curious about Glen herself, there's little harm in telling a few fun facts about Vermall and Frabbia. Glen's well versed enough in lying and misleading when it comes to herself that even if the conversation starts to tilt that way, she's sure she can manage to lead it and not be lead by it.

So after a sort sigh and the start of an apologetic smile, she continues. ] Sorry to disappoint you, but in the literal sense? It probably doesn't. I'm pretty sure that's just stuff the priests made up, sort of a religious propaganda. Kind of like, "Don't ever stray from God's Tenets, or you'll be damned as a trice-damned Frabbian". And since no self-respecting citizen of Vermall wants to be compared to a Frabbian, it generally works. There might be some tale or another explaining it in a religious sense and not a cultural one, but muck-all if I know it.

[ In case you couldn't tell she's sort of not that religious. At all. ]

[Das okay he's not big on religion himself either :x Laughs a little, easily]

Kinda figured that'd be the case, yeah. Can't think of a time where it hasn't been anyway, you know?

Maybe not in your world or mine. [ Others' worlds, though? Maybe. ]

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