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exsilium2012-05-22 10:40 pm
eyecontact) wrote in exsilium2012-05-22 10:40 pm
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second glance (video)
[There's little to see, but the vague notion of shifting cloth or limb or...something in the way.
There are voices, however. Several voices. There's a debate, and an ID-less netbook is picking it up crystal clear:]
"I do believe it's working."
"But we haven't the results to calculate that."
"I trust its effectiveness - we've seen it in tests."
"The serum is doing its job, Colonel. I've ensured its delivery into the water. It is injected into the foods daily. What more do you need?"
"We need evidence. Evidence that the Transports are having the desired reactions."
"That evidence... will not come until--" [There's suddenly a gasp. A woman's gasp, cutting off all talk abruptly.
In seconds, there's a flood of light as she turns, drawing the eyes of the speakers in the room, now in plain view of the netbook's camera. Remember that young woman? The one who's ushered you all into this mess? She's suddenly frozen in place, dumbstruck and a little...off.
She's noticed the recording, but everything else has a haze to it, a sense of uncertainty. Everything but the expression on their faces; most notably the Colonel. The woman's eyes, a luminous green, blackened at the whites, widen. Despite how suddenly still she's become, she's clearly surprised at her location at first, trying to recall how she made it into the meeting room, trying to make sense of the haze of everything.
She suddenly realizes -- really realizes that she's been broadcasting their conversation to who knows where...and before she can say a thing, she shoots up from her seat and hurries out of the room, her movement jerky and staggered. The men and women in the room are standing, but she's out before they make a move toward her, disappearing into the corridors of the Hold.
The screen is once again flooded darkly as a quick-moving body rushes to slam the netbook shut.
Ladies and gents, welcome to mod-approved Shit Getting Real™]
There are voices, however. Several voices. There's a debate, and an ID-less netbook is picking it up crystal clear:]
"I do believe it's working."
"But we haven't the results to calculate that."
"I trust its effectiveness - we've seen it in tests."
"The serum is doing its job, Colonel. I've ensured its delivery into the water. It is injected into the foods daily. What more do you need?"
"We need evidence. Evidence that the Transports are having the desired reactions."
"That evidence... will not come until--" [There's suddenly a gasp. A woman's gasp, cutting off all talk abruptly.
In seconds, there's a flood of light as she turns, drawing the eyes of the speakers in the room, now in plain view of the netbook's camera. Remember that young woman? The one who's ushered you all into this mess? She's suddenly frozen in place, dumbstruck and a little...off.
She's noticed the recording, but everything else has a haze to it, a sense of uncertainty. Everything but the expression on their faces; most notably the Colonel. The woman's eyes, a luminous green, blackened at the whites, widen. Despite how suddenly still she's become, she's clearly surprised at her location at first, trying to recall how she made it into the meeting room, trying to make sense of the haze of everything.
She suddenly realizes -- really realizes that she's been broadcasting their conversation to who knows where...and before she can say a thing, she shoots up from her seat and hurries out of the room, her movement jerky and staggered. The men and women in the room are standing, but she's out before they make a move toward her, disappearing into the corridors of the Hold.
The screen is once again flooded darkly as a quick-moving body rushes to slam the netbook shut.
Ladies and gents, welcome to mod-approved Shit Getting Real™]
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