It's obvious at first glance - he's a lanky twig of a man whose knees are buckling at the surrounding crowds and unfamiliar creatures. And quite frankly, he sticks out like a sore thumb, head entirely covered by a large paper bag. A pair of metal goggles are strapped over it, lit up with artificial pupils that dart about, looking at everything. He's fumbling around in a lab coat, seeming more and more agitated as he outturns empty pockets.]
Ayyy, not even the-- where are all my tools?! Did I leave them in my other coat? Or Demencia's taken my things. Again.
[He still doesn't even know what to do with everything they gave him. If he could find his screwdriver, he'd check out the... the ball, whatever they'd called it. He continues to mumble to himself, occasionally making High Noises of Distress. He could probably use a hand...]
B. Network, Video
[The video opens on a blank, makeshift 'desk' formed by stacked boxes in front of a chair, in front of an open wall. There's a piece of paper, folded in half, forming a name tag. The name is utter chicken scratch, but the word 'Dr.' can barely be made out if you squint just right. Eventually, a familiar bagged head cuts into view, artificial gaze squinting as he adjusts the camera, before seeming satisfied and stepping back to his 'desk'.]
I swear, is it too much to want to find a decent cameraman? The conditions I have to deal with! [He clears his throat once he's seated.] Good afternoon, everyone. This is Dr. Flug, feeling...
[He... frowns? It's hard to tell without being able to see in his mouth, but the goggles seem built to be fairly expressive. It's definitely a troubled look, which doesn't match the words that come out of his mouth.]
... well-rested? It's strange. I haven't had any access to my cryo-bed since arriving here, yet I've had the best sleep of my life! Not a single nightmare! Is this some kind of natural effect of the world? Ha - simply too good to be true! It sure would be nice, though, to do some research. Figure out how to bring these circumstances back home and -- ah, nonono, I'm filming.
[A blurry pink and purple shape is what he seems to be chiding, as it hovers close to the camera, putting it out of focus. There's the sounds of boxes sliding around before he's back up close grabbing it.]
You're such a little troublemaker! Why don't you go lay back down in your bed? [He looks back down at the camera, cradling the creature close.] Sorry about them! Feel free to get back to me if you know anything else about this.
Kenning Flugslys | Villainous/Villanos | OTA
[Flug is... very lost.
It's obvious at first glance - he's a lanky twig of a man whose knees are buckling at the surrounding crowds and unfamiliar creatures. And quite frankly, he sticks out like a sore thumb, head entirely covered by a large paper bag. A pair of metal goggles are strapped over it, lit up with artificial pupils that dart about, looking at everything. He's fumbling around in a lab coat, seeming more and more agitated as he outturns empty pockets.]
Ayyy, not even the-- where are all my tools?! Did I leave them in my other coat? Or Demencia's taken my things. Again.
[He still doesn't even know what to do with everything they gave him. If he could find his screwdriver, he'd check out the... the ball, whatever they'd called it. He continues to mumble to himself, occasionally making High Noises of Distress. He could probably use a hand...]
B. Network, Video
[The video opens on a blank, makeshift 'desk' formed by stacked boxes in front of a chair, in front of an open wall. There's a piece of paper, folded in half, forming a name tag. The name is utter chicken scratch, but the word 'Dr.' can barely be made out if you squint just right. Eventually, a familiar bagged head cuts into view, artificial gaze squinting as he adjusts the camera, before seeming satisfied and stepping back to his 'desk'.]
I swear, is it too much to want to find a decent cameraman? The conditions I have to deal with! [He clears his throat once he's seated.] Good afternoon, everyone. This is Dr. Flug, feeling...
[He... frowns? It's hard to tell without being able to see in his mouth, but the goggles seem built to be fairly expressive. It's definitely a troubled look, which doesn't match the words that come out of his mouth.]
... well-rested? It's strange. I haven't had any access to my cryo-bed since arriving here, yet I've had the best sleep of my life! Not a single nightmare! Is this some kind of natural effect of the world? Ha - simply too good to be true! It sure would be nice, though, to do some research. Figure out how to bring these circumstances back home and -- ah, nonono, I'm filming.
[A blurry pink and purple shape is what he seems to be chiding, as it hovers close to the camera, putting it out of focus. There's the sounds of boxes sliding around before he's back up close grabbing it.]
You're such a little troublemaker! Why don't you go lay back down in your bed? [He looks back down at the camera, cradling the creature close.] Sorry about them! Feel free to get back to me if you know anything else about this.