Adam Park
16 May 2013 @ 02:06 am
[Adam's not one to display his feeling openly on the network. Mostly because his last communication device did that for him a lot and without him knowing it. While he wasn't for anonymous messages all the time, it was pretty refreshing to just be faceless and not worry what everyone thinks.

And yet there's one that pops up around two in the morning. Same as last time but oh well.]


Have you found yourself hoping that someone from home shows up? Or if you were in a different place before arriving, someone from there will come and remember you?

[Thoughts of an old fart ranger. Pretty deep stuff.]
 
 
Kaniehtí:io
16 May 2013 @ 03:38 am
 [The woman who has pressed record on this tablet looks as though perhaps she has made a mistake because she does not speak for a long time, and seems to make no effort to find any words. It has taken her some time to come to terms with where she is, how she has come to be here, but it does not mean she has to like it and there is no doubt in her mind that she does not like it here with its ruined land and cities.

And ruined people.

She has yet to venture into the room that has been set aside for her in the Initiative hold, wanting nothing from these people who have taken everything from her, and instead she is sitting by a fire she's set for herself in the shell of a building where someone- her son, her adult son- has set up a camp, curiously studying this tablet which is somehow able to allow people to communicate. Ratonhnhaké:ton- and it is still strange and hard for her to associate a full grown man with the four year old she left behind- had shown her how it worked, and she puts this newfound knowledge to the test as she looks at the device.

For a while that is all she does, wondering what it is that people say on such a thing... why they would want to even. Nothing about this world makes sense.

The fire crackles some, she seems to poke at it with a stick causing sparks to fly, and then the sound of the almost omnipresent rain is accompanied by the low grumble thunder. While she glances out at the gloom she shakes her head and speaks, the corner of her lips quirking up just a fraction as she does, though her voice low and calm.]


With weather like this I can see why the British would have wanted to take other lands for their own. Does it do nothing but rain in this place?

[It is hardly the most scintillating way to introduce oneself to the neighbours, but Kaniehtí:io does not have much experience with small talk.]


 
 
Ico
16 May 2013 @ 11:12 pm
[It had been a while since his last network post. Ico was markedly thinner now but he looked healthy.

He waved at the screen.]

A lot of people here know how to cook, right? Would you teach me what you know? If it's how to make cookies, I almost know how to do that already.