video; not the big one, but:

[shotinhead]

[ It sounds like Courier Six hasn't been sleeping much, and his voice is quiet. No, not today, he won't tell them today. That thought echoes slightly, before he gives a grunt, visible on the camera, on his usual walk. He's deep in thought, though. ]

Hey. What do you think's goin' on back home? Your homes, I mean. I-- fuck, it's been more then a year, so probably lots of shit we've missed.

I mean, if weird shit isn't going on with home, either. I dunno, it's just all a bit worrying. Don't you think? It's not like we're not missed, unless you're the sorta person who'd not be missed...

...Fuck, I'm bad at this speakin' thing.

[ He hopes to just get people talking, honestly. Maybe he'll learn more, maybe he won't. (yes, that is an invite to use this like a mingle post--) ]

Comments

[shotinhead]

Same here. If I came stumblin' out like this, I'd be hunted down. Or called a weird Mutie and then hunted down. People can't handle weird things.

[edgewater]

That's awful, Six. I'm sorry. [ he doesn't seem too upset about it, though, so she adds: ] My friend Nyoka'd probably have a good time hunting you down, at least.