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| [Sam is sitting crosslegged on the floor, bouncing a rubber ball against the wall of her apartment and holding the SFC with the other.]
So - we've had a lot of new arrivals lately, which is cool -- or not cool, I guess, depending on how you look at it -- and I was kind of wondering if there's any set schedule or whatever when it comes to people coming back. That happens, right? Sometimes people show back up with their memories of this dumb place?
[A pause. It's not like she misses anyone or anything! >| Finally, the goth girl waves at the camera, ball in hand.]
And hey there, six billion new people! I'm Sam. | |
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| [The video feed cuts on. Jack is as always sitting in front of that blasted piano of his, it's like he never gets away from it! But this is different than most of the other times he sit's in front of the thing. He isn't even playing it.
He just wants to talk. It's hard to determine whether he's actually upset or not.]
I hardly remember this time last year. I just know it will be Valentine's day without Alice around. I don't mean to sound bitter if I do.
But I must know, what do people do on Valentine's day other than spend it with someone they love? I was told it was called "being single". I'm not really sure...
[[Private to Canada.]]
Are you still around? It just dawned on me that we never went for lunch. I feel like an awful friend. | |
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| [For a few seconds the SFC is only showing...dirt? Yeap! Dirt! After a second or two though there is suddenly bright line and when your vision clears it's a nice view of the park. There's the sound of something crunching off screen before the SFC is turned around to show a rather annoyed looking bunny.]Alright. Da gag was funny the first few days but I got a picture to make and Leon ain't gonna be happy if I miss my cues. [The SFC is balanced somehow and Bugs pulls out a rather large road map and begins to look at it, ignoring the fact that the SFC is still recording.]Well...I guess I could take da fork back in Walla Walla...den straight down to Cucamonga. Den just wait for dat train ta Aneheim... [The feed will eventually time out; after a few carrots and sly glances towards the camera.]((reminder for permission post)) | |
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| Quick question, Vatheon, 'cause I don't really care about anything else--
[CLEARING HIS THROAT]
How many Americans are here?
Also how many countries are here? I saw Canada and Japan but headcount, yes perfect nice.
. . .
I want a dog. Or a horse.
[HANGS UP yes] | |
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| [ here, Vatheon, have some wet fresh meat on the video. he holds out the sfc, pulling a pair of sunglasses on and swinging an arm around the nearest local he can find. ]
Listen, this lovely device here is going to help me help you. You see that red light? Yes, it means that in about ten minutes if you don't tell me where I am, we may have the entire secret services learning about this place--
It's a StarFish Communicator.
-- huh? No, don't give me no "star fish" crap. I'm telling you, I've got this thing hotwired to tell the entire U S of A everything I can find about this place.
N-no, sir, uhm. It's recording.
Of course it's recording! It's sending it to the FBI--
No, it's recording to the entire city.
. . .
Please let me go.
[ and that's when America looks over the tip of his sunglasses at the SFC, shoving the local away and bringing it close to his face. Hi, Vatheon, have a load of bright blue eyes in your video feed. ] | |
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