needsnobottle | Entries tagged with video log

[Tammy's not sure how many people might have witnessed the rather embarrassing display with Bartimaeus a while ago, but hopefully no one remembers it, if they did see it. And she's also hoping no one asks what exactly she was looking to accomplish with the djinn. Suffice to say that the outcome was not what she was looking for, and she's been working on moving on ever since.

And she's been occupying herself since then. Hence her cracking open her journal today.]

Hey Rapunzel. I've got a couple of things we might be able to use. But I'm not sure...

Anyone got a line on where I can get a small amount of wood?

[The video clicks on to show a rather tired-looking Tammy; the angle is odd, and she adjusts it until it's more straight than it was. She's got her arms folded under her head and is probably laying on her bed. you can just see her Furby in the crook of one arm, behind her head.]

The writing's back. This tattoo is like one of those electronic anklets they put on parolees, only instead of simply confining me to an area, it starts punishing me if I don't do show and tell often enough.

[The Furby opens its eyes and whistles, and somewhere else in the room an answering whistle and chatter fills the room. Tammy lets the Furby's talk to themselves for a minute before she continues.]

Cap'n, just wanted to let you know, I haven't seen your friend. And...I haven't found any sign of the Doc, either. I think he might really be gone.

[Tammy turns her head to mumble something into her arms, then sighs and rubs her eyes against her sleeve before looking back at the screen.]

Bartimaeus. I'm ready.

[Sorry, Keepites. If you are near room 4032 this morning you likely heard a guttural scream. It's brief and cuts of quick but man, that wasn't cool, right?

About an hour or so later--after reading that this isn't an isolated thing, it appears just about everyone is going through...something...in a similar fashion, Tammy feels like she's recovered enough to make a video post. When she speaks, her voice is faint, and flickers in and out, much like a flame caught in the breeze, with a hollow ring underpinning it all.]

For everyone asking why: it's because he's a lord of ass holes. We are the puppets dancing at the end of his string and clearly we are failing to provide him entertainment.

[She sighs, her eyeholes flickering with light.]

My head feels so...weird. And we can't undo it. We don't think we can. We haven't been able to.

( Read more... )

[The video starts with Tammy sitting cross-legged on her bed, wearing her Christmas sweater, her Furby perched on the bed beside her with it's eyes closed, a small clay statue sitting near it as well. She really needs to look into getting some shelves or something. And though she smiles, there's a clear dark worry in her eyes as she addresses the journal.]

Don't know about the rest of you but if I can manage it I'm going to be sleeping with the lights on for a while. Think maybe Lord D-bag just forgot to pay the electric bill? Least it came back on in time for us all to appreciate our gifts.

[Tammy will wear this with no shame. It's COLD HERE.]

Anyway, I know it's not really in keeping with the spirit of the season--better to give and all--but I was wondering if anyone had any vellum? Or any idea where I can find green glitter?

[That bit of business out of the way, Tammy rubs her palms against he knees before leaning closer to her journal, frowning a bit now to match the concern in her eyes.]

Hey, Doc? You okay out there?

{OOC: As a side note, Keep, if you go into the kitchens looking for prune juice anytime soon...you're going to find the stores a bit depleted. At least until who is in charge replaces the three liters she took.}

[The video flicks on and Tammy is blinking in confusion at the journal. At the sight of the video on the page her eyes widen.]

Oh shi-

[The feed cuts off abruptly.

Roughly twenty minutes later, the video starts again. This time she's clearly expecting it. And in the background you can see she's now outside.

Her tone drips sarcasm. It reeks of sarcasm. It is 100% homegrown, organic, unadulterated sarcasm. It's pretty easy to detect.]

Dear diary,

Today has been just swell. Waking up in a room I don't recognize is an adventure, and the note from a bearded guy who looks like he should be teaching Douchebaggery 101 only adds to the atmosphere of mystery. And finding out everyone I've ever known never existed, well. That was just peaches!

[And here Tammy shifts, so that one arm is wrapped around a pumpkin with an unfamiliar female face on it. She presses her cheek against it. She grins, but it's more like she's just trying to show you all her teeth.]

And hey! It's nice to know someone around here remembers what my roommate who I suppose was never my roommate looks like. If that's not enough to perk up a day, I don't know what is.

[Her grin drops, as does the sarcastic tone. Her expression is grim as she stares at the journal.]

How's that? About what you're looking for?

[The feed cuts off just as she snorts.]

{OOC: Feel free to either comment to the post or come across her outside. Tammy will be lingering around her roommate shaped pumpkin for a bit.}

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