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[locked to new hires] [video]
[ The comm. recording the video is set to hover mode, showing a short girl in a too-big coveralls balanced on the balls of her feet on a seat, knees up and bouncing idly. She can't be more than seventeen, and you'd be forgiven (if not by her) for assuming a little younger.
She looks, for all intents and purposes, like a perfectly average teenager. Her most distinguishing feature is the distinctly non-Jorgmund assigned mechanical rabbit ears that peek up from her head, fastened to a ring that doubles almost as a hair-tie, keeping her long blonde hair up in a ponytail. One of the ears twitches and turns towards something off-camera before facing dead ahead again.
When she speaks, it's with a distinctly Scottish accent. ]
So this is a shite situation. Sure I'm preachin' to the choir there, but seriously, what the fuck? Thought I'd been captured for a second there and well, guess I have, just not by the bastards I thought I was. Ach. I cannae believe I'm sayin' this but I think I liked it better when I thought the Union'd got me, least then I mighta been rescued...
[ But nope. No rescue here. Just an evil corporation and a shock collar. No teammates, no Nugget, no Ether, no Holon, no nothing. She groans, throws her head back dramatically, then sighs and composes herself. She's supposed to be adaptable, right? So... she better start adapting. And fast. ]
Anyway... hullo! [ she waves ] I'm Cammie.
Nice set-up ye got. Looks like a real solid encryption. 'Course, I'm hardly familiar with the code structure here, not yet anyway, but if you've managed to go undetected this long... well, whoever's responsible musta done a damn good job.
Speaking of, if any of ye do ken a thing or two about how tech and all that works here, hit a girl up. I see ye've all got somethin' going on here [ she's done some of the reading, though there's more to do ] and technology's really what I do.
[ She points up at her ears with both fingers and they wiggle back and forth. ]
Designed these myself, for example. They do basically all ma hearin' for me, so please don't go sneakin' up on me if I don't have 'em on. Not unless ye want to get reflexively punched in the stomach by a seventeen year old girl.
[ She flashes a grin, then stops recording and slumps. Ah, fuck. ]
She looks, for all intents and purposes, like a perfectly average teenager. Her most distinguishing feature is the distinctly non-Jorgmund assigned mechanical rabbit ears that peek up from her head, fastened to a ring that doubles almost as a hair-tie, keeping her long blonde hair up in a ponytail. One of the ears twitches and turns towards something off-camera before facing dead ahead again.
When she speaks, it's with a distinctly Scottish accent. ]
So this is a shite situation. Sure I'm preachin' to the choir there, but seriously, what the fuck? Thought I'd been captured for a second there and well, guess I have, just not by the bastards I thought I was. Ach. I cannae believe I'm sayin' this but I think I liked it better when I thought the Union'd got me, least then I mighta been rescued...
[ But nope. No rescue here. Just an evil corporation and a shock collar. No teammates, no Nugget, no Ether, no Holon, no nothing. She groans, throws her head back dramatically, then sighs and composes herself. She's supposed to be adaptable, right? So... she better start adapting. And fast. ]
Anyway... hullo! [ she waves ] I'm Cammie.
Nice set-up ye got. Looks like a real solid encryption. 'Course, I'm hardly familiar with the code structure here, not yet anyway, but if you've managed to go undetected this long... well, whoever's responsible musta done a damn good job.
Speaking of, if any of ye do ken a thing or two about how tech and all that works here, hit a girl up. I see ye've all got somethin' going on here [ she's done some of the reading, though there's more to do ] and technology's really what I do.
[ She points up at her ears with both fingers and they wiggle back and forth. ]
Designed these myself, for example. They do basically all ma hearin' for me, so please don't go sneakin' up on me if I don't have 'em on. Not unless ye want to get reflexively punched in the stomach by a seventeen year old girl.
[ She flashes a grin, then stops recording and slumps. Ah, fuck. ]
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I mean, you're welcome to try if I've got my ears on, that won't get you punched, but at that point I'll just hear ye coming. Unless you're like, super duper sneaky.
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Y'know, I did wonder, but I figured it'd be rude to ask.
[ Back home, that's the sort of thing you only ever see in people's Ether Avatars, but clearly the same can't be said of other universes. Other universes, christ; that'll be something to explain when she sees the others again. If she sees the others again. ]
Sometimes being able to just take 'em off or turn 'em off is real handy. I cannae tell you how many times I've gotten out of a lecture just by switchin' my ears off and nodding in all the right places.
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I'm sure someone here will come up with something useful you can do.
I'm Ian, by the way.
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[ Cammie flashes a smile in greeting, ears up in a relaxed position. ]
I sure hope so, or it's not gonna be the oppressive corporation that does me in, it'll be the boredom. Need to keep ma mind active and what better way to do that than get shite done?
[ She can already see a lot of sleepless nights in her future. Probably be too much to ask that her unconscious mind finally chooses now to stop feeding her nightmares, but it'd be nice.
She heaves a dramatic sigh of a level only a teenager can truly reach. ]
I already miss my usual tools. I dinnae ken how people get by without MR.
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[ She smacks herself lightly on the forehead. ]
Ach, right. Guess that's universe-specific jargon now.
MR is mixed reality, something between y'know [ she gestures generally around her ] the real world and virtual reality spaces. Usually, I can pull up an interface like a computer pretty much anywhere, so I can do ma work wherever I like. Got implants for it.
[ She taps the side of her face, adjacent to her eye. ]
Does stuff like live translation, too. But here it's a dud, doesn't have the network connection it needs.
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That sounds like a very interesting time to live in. Where I'm from no one has computer implants. We have to sit at a desk with one, like heathens.
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[ Cammie snickers a little. ]
That sounds like the fuckin' dark ages to me. Even before I was old enough to get implants there were glasses and headsets to do the job. Don't really remember a time before everything was kinda at my fingertips.
Some older folks like ma Gran make do with more physical stuff, she says she prefers being able to touch things, but eh.
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[That was maybe not the best part of that introduction to latch onto. Or even the most interesting. The girl was wearing a set of rabbit ear hearing aids she'd made herself, even in his world with all its oddities and mad scientist, that wasn't the kind of tech you saw teenagers just whipping up for themselves.
But this was relevant to a question that had been nagging at him. And he'd never been good at small talk, or introductions. So blunt curiosity it was.]
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Not specifically? Last thing I actually remember is bunkin' down with ma squad for the night and then... here I was, pulled into this shitehole and strapped to that interrogation chair.
[ There's flashes of that weird Stuff... stuff, but at the time she'd thought it was Union nanotech. Nasty shite, that; she'd be dead if it was, so she supposes she should be thankful it wasn't. ]
Only figured I'd been captured 'cause it's the only thing that made sense at the time. I don't remember anyone like, grabbin' me or anything like that.
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[Meanwhile in the background Toothless is wandering around the room.]
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You made your own limb prosthesis? That's cool. I've never made somethin' that attaches so directly to a person before, makin' sure it fits right and suits yer needs sounds complex enough to me.
[ She flashes a grin. ]
My dad helped me make ma first pair of ears when I was a kid, been improvin' on 'em ever since. Sure, I could just use normal aids but where's the fun in that? Gonna needs these things ma whole life, so, may as well...
[ As she talks, she clearly starts getting distracted as cogs turn in her head, until she finally trails off. ]
Uh, sorry, but what, or who, is that behind you? Is that a—?
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Viking-era technology is usually all I have to work with, mostly because I am one.
And yep, that's a dragon. His name is Toothless.
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Oh wow.
[ Her ears are upright with surprise and curiosity. It's really not that hard to accept that people here come from other universes; as crazy as this whole ordeal is it certainly doesn't leave much room for denial. But accepting that doesn't stop the details from being surprising. ]
I've sort of been face to face with a dragon before but only, like, virtual ones. In games, I mean. I play this game called Siege and there's— well, anyway.
[ She can practically hear Yaz telling her that it's not the time to start rambling about Siege. Ach, she already misses the others. ]
But dragons are just... an everyday thing, where you're from, are they? Vikings... with dragons. Or—?