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asgardeventide2012-12-08 10:43 pm
wallcrawls) wrote in asgardeventide2012-12-08 10:43 pm
( one → video. | text. )
( VIDEO. )
[ when the feed clicks on, there's a young man — or a teenager, actually — in glasses with the strap of a rucksack slung loosely over one shoulder. he's looking a little sheepish, a little perplexed and somewhat awkward. awkward everywhere. finding himself in asgard, without possession of his super powers and being spoken to by a woman without a face isn't quite a thing he's used to. ]
So, uh— hey, I guess. [ he pauses. it's followed by a super awkward, super brief but slightly fuller smile. ] This isn't quite New York, huh? I was just— I was browsing, actually, and obviously I'm not the only person to find myself here out of the blue, but that doesn't really—. [ mean anything or explain anything; another pause and an audible exhale (sigh) because wow, this is awkward. ] Asgard, right? Does that mean anything to anyone? [ his expression flickers momentarily — something between incredulous, sceptical and quizzical; of course it doesn't. ] Beyond Norse myths and— Nah, never mind. That'd make things easy. Seriously, is there any way this can't be a kidnapping cliché?
[ there's a slightly longer pause this time, and peter's attention shifts away from the screen momentarily. ] Introducing myself would probably be good, right? Peter. [ beat. ] It's Peter. I don't think— if anyone recognises me, could you let me know? There was kind of a thing back home just before and — yeah. I don't think anyone I know is here, but just in case. [ there are alternate universes and temporal differences and — it could happen, okay. it could be a thing. he's not going to rule it out. in any respect.
he coughs — it's more of a clearing of his throat than anything else — and he hoists the strap of a rucksack up a little higher on his shoulder; a moment of consideration. ] I, uh, I think that's everything. If it's not [ a quick smile and a loose shrug. ], I guess you'll be hearing from me again pretty soon.
( TEXT, one hour thirteen minutes later. anonymous. )
I've been reading back through the network so I won't bother with the half dozen questions everyone else asks when they arrive, but what I do want to ask is this:
is anyone here really buying the whole 'you're incompatible with this planet unless we genetically modify you to give you one of a pre-selected range of abilities based on some miscellaneous trait that has you placed as the subject of one of nine gods'?
Because I'm not. What I am believing is that they've been cultivating some really, really strong B and S for a few months now and I'm honestly amazed you're all still standing the smell of it.
So if anyone can enlighten me? Please, please do.
So, uh— hey, I guess. [ he pauses. it's followed by a super awkward, super brief but slightly fuller smile. ] This isn't quite New York, huh? I was just— I was browsing, actually, and obviously I'm not the only person to find myself here out of the blue, but that doesn't really—. [ mean anything or explain anything; another pause and an audible exhale (sigh) because wow, this is awkward. ] Asgard, right? Does that mean anything to anyone? [ his expression flickers momentarily — something between incredulous, sceptical and quizzical; of course it doesn't. ] Beyond Norse myths and— Nah, never mind. That'd make things easy. Seriously, is there any way this can't be a kidnapping cliché?
[ there's a slightly longer pause this time, and peter's attention shifts away from the screen momentarily. ] Introducing myself would probably be good, right? Peter. [ beat. ] It's Peter. I don't think— if anyone recognises me, could you let me know? There was kind of a thing back home just before and — yeah. I don't think anyone I know is here, but just in case. [ there are alternate universes and temporal differences and — it could happen, okay. it could be a thing. he's not going to rule it out. in any respect.
he coughs — it's more of a clearing of his throat than anything else — and he hoists the strap of a rucksack up a little higher on his shoulder; a moment of consideration. ] I, uh, I think that's everything. If it's not [ a quick smile and a loose shrug. ], I guess you'll be hearing from me again pretty soon.
( TEXT, one hour thirteen minutes later. anonymous. )
is anyone here really buying the whole 'you're incompatible with this planet unless we genetically modify you to give you one of a pre-selected range of abilities based on some miscellaneous trait that has you placed as the subject of one of nine gods'?
Because I'm not. What I am believing is that they've been cultivating some really, really strong B and S for a few months now and I'm honestly amazed you're all still standing the smell of it.
So if anyone can enlighten me? Please, please do.