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[Text to Cecil]
Mar. 30th, 2014 01:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mr_fringCecil? This is Gus Fring. I think we met in a dream.
[following a brief, uneasy pause]
Do you remember me?
[following a brief, uneasy pause]
Do you remember me?
mr_fring
Text to Cecil
Mar. 10th, 2014 10:21 pminterndana[the reception is crystal clear, with no arcane symbols interspersed in the text, which for once is not dripping blood or, indeed, any fluid at all]
Cecil its Dana again, sry I hung up so quickly but I think I'm somewhere else now??? I'm not sure how but this sign says I'm at the Metropolitan Museum of Art??? Cecil I think I'm in New York!!! I've always wanted to go there to see the sewer alligators but I was not expecting this! Gonna try to get out of the museum and if I end up somewhere else idk I hope you get this?? I'll let you know okay? Still trying to figure out where the exit is. Isn't that park nearby? Central Park??? I always wanted to see it, like in the movies!
Cecil its Dana again, sry I hung up so quickly but I think I'm somewhere else now??? I'm not sure how but this sign says I'm at the Metropolitan Museum of Art??? Cecil I think I'm in New York!!! I've always wanted to go there to see the sewer alligators but I was not expecting this! Gonna try to get out of the museum and if I end up somewhere else idk I hope you get this?? I'll let you know okay? Still trying to figure out where the exit is. Isn't that park nearby? Central Park??? I always wanted to see it, like in the movies!
[Audio] Call to Cecil
Mar. 5th, 2014 08:36 pminterndana[the connection is full of static and whispers and the sound of wind at night on a long and lonely stretch of highway. The voice is garbled, sometimes seeming doubled or far away]
-llo? Cecil? Cecil are you there?
-llo? Cecil? Cecil are you there?
ceciiil[If you have a smartphone or equivalent communications device using the network on you or near you, it flickers into life with a polite crackle. Communications devices canbe powered off at any time if you don't wish to hear the broadcast.]
Greetings, citizens of the local rift-influenced community. You know who you are. Or at least, I hope you do, because I sure don't. My name is Cecil, and like you, I was recently deposited here by the rift. Back home, it was my job to keep the public safe and informed by reporting on events impacting the community, including road closings, natural disasters, and acts of most gods. I'm broadcasting to you live, with the help of the TARDIS, regarding something much, much more terrifying: Street cleaning.
I know the rift community is a diverse one, with people hailing from all kinds of alternate universes, planes of existence, and purely fictional realities. It is my duty as a news affiliate to make sure none of you are caught flat-footed, and subsequently devoured or ground into a paste which is then burned to fuel the city, by a menace you don't even know to expect. Chances are pretty good that will happen even if you are forewarned, but leveling the playing field seems like the least I can do. And can we just take a minute to appreciate the innovation behind this alternative energy source? Real green thinking!
Listeners, I've been through this before, and let me just say, street cleaning is not the end of the world. Actually, according to my sources, the end of the world will be comparatively bloodless, so that's one major difference, right there. Normally, I'd advise evacuating the area before it's too late, but of course as 'Riftugees' we are not permitted to leave. Burning off your fingerprints and fleeing to Europe is not, I repeat, is not going to save you this time. So just...keep a low profile, make peace with whatever deities you prefer, and try to loot respectfully.
I will be at this impromptu broadcasting station, located inside the space/time ship known as the TARDIS, until this crisis is over. Please call in for survival tips or with eye-witness accounts--[Cecil's voice is muffled, no longer directed at the microphone, as he asks a question, and another voice can be heard in the background. The words are indistinct, but the answering voice is female and the tone is distinctly one of chastisement. The discussion continues for some time, before Cecil addresses the mic once more.] Listeners, I need to issue a correction, here. Ships that travel in space and time do not exist, and if they did, it still would have been extremely rude and forgetful of me to acknowledge that fact publicly, even during a catastrophic event. Again, space/time ships are not real, and I apologize. The number for calling in is [_______]. I look forward to hearing from survivors, or non-survivors capable of manipulating electricity and phone lines.
Greetings, citizens of the local rift-influenced community. You know who you are. Or at least, I hope you do, because I sure don't. My name is Cecil, and like you, I was recently deposited here by the rift. Back home, it was my job to keep the public safe and informed by reporting on events impacting the community, including road closings, natural disasters, and acts of most gods. I'm broadcasting to you live, with the help of the TARDIS, regarding something much, much more terrifying: Street cleaning.
I know the rift community is a diverse one, with people hailing from all kinds of alternate universes, planes of existence, and purely fictional realities. It is my duty as a news affiliate to make sure none of you are caught flat-footed, and subsequently devoured or ground into a paste which is then burned to fuel the city, by a menace you don't even know to expect. Chances are pretty good that will happen even if you are forewarned, but leveling the playing field seems like the least I can do. And can we just take a minute to appreciate the innovation behind this alternative energy source? Real green thinking!
Listeners, I've been through this before, and let me just say, street cleaning is not the end of the world. Actually, according to my sources, the end of the world will be comparatively bloodless, so that's one major difference, right there. Normally, I'd advise evacuating the area before it's too late, but of course as 'Riftugees' we are not permitted to leave. Burning off your fingerprints and fleeing to Europe is not, I repeat, is not going to save you this time. So just...keep a low profile, make peace with whatever deities you prefer, and try to loot respectfully.
I will be at this impromptu broadcasting station, located inside the space/time ship known as the TARDIS, until this crisis is over. Please call in for survival tips or with eye-witness accounts--[Cecil's voice is muffled, no longer directed at the microphone, as he asks a question, and another voice can be heard in the background. The words are indistinct, but the answering voice is female and the tone is distinctly one of chastisement. The discussion continues for some time, before Cecil addresses the mic once more.] Listeners, I need to issue a correction, here. Ships that travel in space and time do not exist, and if they did, it still would have been extremely rude and forgetful of me to acknowledge that fact publicly, even during a catastrophic event. Again, space/time ships are not real, and I apologize. The number for calling in is [_______]. I look forward to hearing from survivors, or non-survivors capable of manipulating electricity and phone lines.