Dec. 11th, 2011

[identity profile] augured.livejournal.com
Upon first inspection, I anticipated this to possibly be the result of a whimsical fantasy in the form of a lucid dream, however I do fancy myself a touch more creative, albeit realistic, when it comes to dreaming. Also considering the fact I had not been asleep, but rather with a comrade of mine, that option is quite void at this point.

I had also considered the fact that it's quite possible this is the new world to which we were meant to arrive in. That, too, was ruled out by the fact that arriving already would be quite improbable, as we have not yet congregated together in order to make one movement to a new universe. It also stands to reason that if we had, all of my acquaintances would be in the immediate vicinity.

With both of those options being negated, I has also given thought to the possibility that this was some sort of inter-dimensional kidnapping. For which I might commend the person taking charge of this, except that they would have chosen a rather inopportune time to conduct a plan as exiguous as this. Although I realize that's a rather foolish hypothesis to have, given the circumstances surrounding our current situation.

Reason still stands that I would like a concise explanation as to my current location, why I am currently in my bedroom from a planet that is inexplicably destroyed, and who I speak to about returning to my last known location and time. The latter is infinitely more important than the former.

I would call my acquaintances by name, but I imagine the enticement of lavender text will be enough of an indication of my presence. And, should they be here, I assume they will attempt to contact me.


plain text translation )

( OOC | if you would prefer rose not use her text, please let me know in your comment header! )
[identity profile] goodboybestshot.livejournal.com
[There is some fumbling around as the owner of the phone is mucking with the buttons. There is a bit of voice heard, but no visual.]

Ah, now would you look at this archaic old thingamajig. Is it supposed to be a computer? Perhaps a phone... Oh bother- I think the fucking thing is on.

[Abruptly it cuts off there before the post resumed this time in text.]

Holy shit in a furnished handbasket this little doohickey is a computer!
I havent seen one of these contraptions before. In fact i am pretty certain nothing my grandmother has ever tinkered together was quite as simple as this little gadget.

Oh right and pardon my botherations but i think ive found myself terrifically misplaced!
Could someone be a good chap and tell me whereabouts i might be?


and without the colors )

[ooc: If anyone has an objection to being responded to in his font let me know in your comment and i will have him switch to voice!]

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