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ximilia2021-07-01 02:43 pm
groupiedrifter) wrote in ximilia2021-07-01 02:43 pm
Entry tags:
- doctor who: clara oswald,
- doctor who: the doctor (11),
- fullmetal alchemist: edward elric,
- gundam seed/destiny: yzak jule,
- my hero academia: katsuki bakugo,
- one piece: rosinante donquixote,
- original: dusty fields,
- pacific rim: hermann gottlieb,
- pacific rim: newton geiszler,
- persona 3 fes: shinjiro aragaki,
- supernatural: dean winchester,
- tales of vesperia: flynn scifo,
- tales of vesperia: yuri lowell,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- undertale: sans,
- yakuza 0: goro majima,
- yu-gi-oh zexal: astral
text / audio | un: newt
Alright, let's not be total wallflowers at prom here, if we're going to be stuck together for the foreseeable future, I think it's only right that we (read: I) start getting to know all of my fellow space cadets. If we're ACTUALLY in space and this isn't some humongous simulation. You guys saw how easy it was for this place to manufacture a hyper-realistic simulation earlier, right? Yikes, big yikes.
But if we ARE in space and we're going to be traveling around, that's actually kind of AWESOME.
No offense to anyone who didn't want to actually be here of course, but you're nuts if you're not a LITTLE curious about the vast expanse of outer space. C'mon. OUTER SPACE! How incredible is that? And here I thought me coming face to face with aliens back home was INCREDIBLE, now we've got ACTUAL OUTER SPACE??? Pinch me I'm in a simulation. LOL.
Sorry I'm rambling, my name's Newt. Dr. Newton Geiszler, but but that sounds so much more boring and overcomplicated than 'Newt', so just stick with that. Worked as a xenobiologist on earth (is there multiple earths or what??? a lot of you are crazy unfamiliar with Kaiju, which is wild to me), helped giant robots fight aliens, the usual. Likes are rock music, playing instruments, tattoos, science and tech, dislikes are bossy pushovers who complain about those things.
Speaking of which, my really good pal from home's name is Hermann Gottlieb, and you should call him Herm to make him REALLY feel at home. :)
It's nice to meet you guys on the NEWTwork. ;P
... Actually—
[Suddenly, the text turns into audio, in which a higher voice with some focal fry bleeds in-]
—can I just abruptly switch to an audio function?
[A pause, and then an excitable:]
Holy shit, how awesome is that?! This is amazing; we've made some pretty monumental gains in technology back home, but we're still working on finessing the finer aspects of neuralogically connecting to networks like these for the general population. I'd love to take one of these apart sometime and see what makes them tick. Good to have an idea of what to expect, in case we need modifications or repairs done at any point.
Anyway. Uh. Hey!
... This whole voices-in-your-head thing can't be good for my train of thought, but geronimo, right?
[If anyone listens beyond that, they may catch the accidental thought-to-audio that follows:]
Wha — oh, dammit.
I sure hope this is the last nosebleed, because I would rather not worry about having accidental brain damage from drifting with aliens.
But if we ARE in space and we're going to be traveling around, that's actually kind of AWESOME.
No offense to anyone who didn't want to actually be here of course, but you're nuts if you're not a LITTLE curious about the vast expanse of outer space. C'mon. OUTER SPACE! How incredible is that? And here I thought me coming face to face with aliens back home was INCREDIBLE, now we've got ACTUAL OUTER SPACE??? Pinch me I'm in a simulation. LOL.
Sorry I'm rambling, my name's Newt. Dr. Newton Geiszler, but but that sounds so much more boring and overcomplicated than 'Newt', so just stick with that. Worked as a xenobiologist on earth (is there multiple earths or what??? a lot of you are crazy unfamiliar with Kaiju, which is wild to me), helped giant robots fight aliens, the usual. Likes are rock music, playing instruments, tattoos, science and tech, dislikes are bossy pushovers who complain about those things.
Speaking of which, my really good pal from home's name is Hermann Gottlieb, and you should call him Herm to make him REALLY feel at home. :)
It's nice to meet you guys on the NEWTwork. ;P
... Actually—
[Suddenly, the text turns into audio, in which a higher voice with some focal fry bleeds in-]
—can I just abruptly switch to an audio function?
[A pause, and then an excitable:]
Holy shit, how awesome is that?! This is amazing; we've made some pretty monumental gains in technology back home, but we're still working on finessing the finer aspects of neuralogically connecting to networks like these for the general population. I'd love to take one of these apart sometime and see what makes them tick. Good to have an idea of what to expect, in case we need modifications or repairs done at any point.
Anyway. Uh. Hey!
... This whole voices-in-your-head thing can't be good for my train of thought, but geronimo, right?
[If anyone listens beyond that, they may catch the accidental thought-to-audio that follows:]
Wha — oh, dammit.
I sure hope this is the last nosebleed, because I would rather not worry about having accidental brain damage from drifting with aliens.
spoilers for like a solid 75% of disco elysium, also rip the essay
[The sound of pages flipping; he's pulling out his notebook, because what use is a detective if he's not organized, huh?]
Victim: Mondial male in his early forties, his corpse found hung from a tree branch behind a local hostel. Victim had been hanging there for seven days. He was eventually revealed to be one Ellis Kortenaer, more often known as Lely, the leader of a local group of mercenaries hired to break up a dockworker's strike. And indeed: the rope used to hang him was a belt from the local harbor union. Heading into the hostel and asking questions proved to be fruitful: a small gang of union members not only openly admitted to the murder, but bragged about it. They called it justice, for they claimed that he had raped a patron of the hostel, among other crimes.
[A small pause, as Kim hesitates, wavering on saying something, but then bites it back.]
However. Inspection of the corpse revealed post-mortem tampering. That the cause of death came from a bullet to his head, small and easily missed. That he was hung as a diversion, and that some witnesses reported that while they had witnessed Hardie and his boys carrying a still body and hanging it, there was no mention of a gunshot, nor indeed any sign of struggle. The hostel manager did not report any sexual assault, and when interviewed, the supposed victim openly informed us that not only was she not assaulted, but had been, ah, "partying" with Lely for several days.
He was shot in the mouth while the two were having sex. Fearing that she would be blamed, Klassje enlisted the Hardie boys to help come up with a less incriminating story.
So. Where did the bullet come from? Lely was not well liked, but nor was he openly despised. Further: he was more than capable of defending himself from an opponent. No one heard the gunshot, and indeed, no one could think of a direct reason why he would be killed at that time, in that place. Most of Martinaise is made up of the poor and the destitute; those who can kill often escape to find work elsewhere.
[A sigh, and he pinches the bridge of his nose. Closes his notebook, and continues wearily:]
We had a few days. After that, impatient, Lely's mercenary friends came to . . . [He scoffs softly.] Dispense justice.
It was a massacre. I was shot, and my partner . . .
[Mph.]
I do not know what will happen to him. If I succeed here, I will never have to find out.
no subject
[Well, it'd make for a good novel for sure, with all those little twists and turns and general absurdities. He kind of sits quietly for a second to stew in the information, rubbing his chin with his hand.]
So you never even got to figure out what the hell was really going on? That sucks. I mean, not nearly as much as getting shot sucks, but — I hope your friend's okay. So that's your regret, though? That you couldn't stop all that from happening?