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Jul. 14th, 2014 01:34 pm[ V I D E O ]
[ There's a dreadlocked face on the screen, pushing thick cat eye glasses up to the bridge of her nose as she smiles a crooked smile and introduces herself with a small wave. There's a cannula directly attached, looping around her ears and threading somewhere offscreen, but she doesn't seem to pay too much mind to it. ]
Hey, guys and gals. Name's Cosima. Or, I guess, Doctor Niehaus if you're feeling frisky. [ A beat, as she shakes her head minutely. ] Don't feel frisky. I'm not used to being titular.
It's, ehm, well, see, it's come to my attention - obviously, quickly, and incredibly jarringly - that there are a number of differences out and about the ship! Specifically, I'm looking at you all of a different species, or - dare I say as a budding comic book geek with an embarrassingly large collection - superpowers?
[ She bites her lip, eyebrows raising a bit hopefully with her voice in octave as she gets a bit shyer about it, but none the less curious. ]
This is so not one of those automatic, mandatory kind of things, mind, because how douchey would that be? Ten minutes here and making demands. Let's call it an opt-in instead of an opt-out, and if anyone would like to spend a little time talking [ and she coyly cups a hand about her mouth ] or, let's be honest, bragging [ okay the hand is gone ] about what they can do and what their specific abilities might be? That would be -- flipping fantastic.
Thanks, folks.
[ With a thumbs up and a mild clearing of her throat, she cuts the feed. ]
[ S P A M ]
[ Care is the watchword, or at least taking it. Wandering this place should be and is probably quite dangerous, but look at her wandering regardless. She doesn't quite need her cane to walk for the time being, but there is an oxygen tank in hand that she drags nonchalantly behind her, tying not to pay much mind to or to really acknowledge it.
There's a music room on this level, and she full intends to take full advantage of it. That's if she doesn't get over to the art one first. Either way, she'll be toying around with instruments, browsing what music selection they have, anything she can get her hands on. The real fun will come when it gets to getting up to the medical level and seeing inside their infirmary - their lab, perhaps? Where she might be working? That's an exciting concept.
She's heard tale of something else around here, some kind of hologram-initiating system that she's certainly going to want to try out. It's a lot of wandering, but a lot of breaks in between. Leaning against walls, settling herself onto seats - it's tough to get around, but like hell is she not going to explore.
Basically, feel free to meet her anywhere. ]
[ There's a dreadlocked face on the screen, pushing thick cat eye glasses up to the bridge of her nose as she smiles a crooked smile and introduces herself with a small wave. There's a cannula directly attached, looping around her ears and threading somewhere offscreen, but she doesn't seem to pay too much mind to it. ]
Hey, guys and gals. Name's Cosima. Or, I guess, Doctor Niehaus if you're feeling frisky. [ A beat, as she shakes her head minutely. ] Don't feel frisky. I'm not used to being titular.
It's, ehm, well, see, it's come to my attention - obviously, quickly, and incredibly jarringly - that there are a number of differences out and about the ship! Specifically, I'm looking at you all of a different species, or - dare I say as a budding comic book geek with an embarrassingly large collection - superpowers?
[ She bites her lip, eyebrows raising a bit hopefully with her voice in octave as she gets a bit shyer about it, but none the less curious. ]
This is so not one of those automatic, mandatory kind of things, mind, because how douchey would that be? Ten minutes here and making demands. Let's call it an opt-in instead of an opt-out, and if anyone would like to spend a little time talking [ and she coyly cups a hand about her mouth ] or, let's be honest, bragging [ okay the hand is gone ] about what they can do and what their specific abilities might be? That would be -- flipping fantastic.
Thanks, folks.
[ With a thumbs up and a mild clearing of her throat, she cuts the feed. ]
[ S P A M ]
[ Care is the watchword, or at least taking it. Wandering this place should be and is probably quite dangerous, but look at her wandering regardless. She doesn't quite need her cane to walk for the time being, but there is an oxygen tank in hand that she drags nonchalantly behind her, tying not to pay much mind to or to really acknowledge it.
There's a music room on this level, and she full intends to take full advantage of it. That's if she doesn't get over to the art one first. Either way, she'll be toying around with instruments, browsing what music selection they have, anything she can get her hands on. The real fun will come when it gets to getting up to the medical level and seeing inside their infirmary - their lab, perhaps? Where she might be working? That's an exciting concept.
She's heard tale of something else around here, some kind of hologram-initiating system that she's certainly going to want to try out. It's a lot of wandering, but a lot of breaks in between. Leaning against walls, settling herself onto seats - it's tough to get around, but like hell is she not going to explore.
Basically, feel free to meet her anywhere. ]
