05 June 2011 @ 12:51 am
[Good morning, fellow abductees of the Tower. There is a cheerfully smiling man in a lab coat on the terminal feed now and there's nothing you can do about it! Well, okay, you could just walk away, but where's the fun in that? He gives the screen a little wave.]

Hello, hello! Done poking around our strange new prison yet? No? I guess you won't be through with that for awhile. Still, I failed to introduce myself before everyone set off!

[He had more important things to do than talk to all the little lost boys and girls, but now he doesn't!]

I am Lloyd Asplund, an engineer in the employ of the Britannian Empire. That's really all there is to that. Now on to something more fascinating! Our collars! [He taps his own, an orange one.] I did find myself a few tools, but it was all for naught! These have no obvious means of coming off. No seams, no screws, nothing. Makes you wonder how they managed to get them on in the first place, hmm? I suppose if we got our hands on a welding torch, that might be somewhat more effective, but you might not enjoy the process.

[because lol fire.]

They appear to be quite durable, as well, so you may be better off not trying anything drastic to break them. You'll just end up hurting yourselves~.
 
 
04 June 2011 @ 07:05 pm
[There is nothing but white when the visuals flicker into view, and it may take a moment or more for the pupils to adjust to the amount of white on white, the wall and the floors and the tight suit, and then the mess of white hair and equally fair skin. The voice that accompanies the image is not amused.]

Now you've done it, France. You win this one, whatever it is. We'll have a laugh about it and I'll beat your head in for it next time we go out for a drink. Whatever it was, you can let me out now.

[There's an affirmative--or perhaps just supportive--chirping in the background, and the young woman rolls her eyes.]

And I can't believe you took away my clothes but the left the bird behind. Pervert.
 
 
31 May 2011 @ 09:48 pm
Ignore. ♥
Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,