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sixthiterationtexts2018-11-29 05:38 pm
living_proof) wrote in sixthiterationtexts2018-11-29 05:38 pm
Video > Text | un: Miss Jackson if you're nasty
[The picture clicks on, almost entirely filled with the pale face of one Olivia Moore, brow bunched up as she taps at something on the screen.
Murmurred:] Okay, I think that's recording.
[Sitting back, she gives her head a little, resolute shake, and brushes some platinum hair from her face. She pulls in a breath, sighs it out again.]
Hi, everyone. This is Liv. I think most of you know me, but we've kind of had a run on newbies recently, so you might just know me as "that short girl with the white hair." I'm a doctor, originally from Seattle on Earth, around 2017. I've been here about six months-ish. And... none of that is really the point of this video.
So, here's the thing. I'm a zombie. [A thin, nervous laugh and slight shrug.] Obviously not the mindless, face-falling-off kind, although that does happen if I don't get enough brains to eat. [A slow nod, lips pressed together.] Yeah, some of you who work in the kitchen are probably starting to put some things together right about now. I'm sure my obsession with saving venison brains has seemed a little weird.
[Another breath.] The good news is, I can survive just fine on animal brains, which is what I've been doing. The zombie virus can't be transmitted by touch or saliva or me sneezing on you or anything like that. It's strictly blood-borne, doesn't survive outside the human body. Sex and a blood-drawing scratch are the big ways to catch it. [She lifts her hand, fingers splayed to show her nails.] I keep 'em short.
The chance of me being a threat in any way to any of you is very, very slim, but the chance is there. So I get it if you would rather I not be your doctor. Beverly is awesome and I'm sure she'll be happy to help you instead. And I'm just kind of hoping that most of you understand why I kept this a secret, and don't hold it against me too much. It's kind of an instinctive thing for me. People usually don't react well. So.
[A bite of her bottom lip, tilt of her head.] If you have questions, you can send a text to this video once I post it, public or private. I'll do my best to answer them.
Oh, and Bull, I kinda need to talk to you.
Thanks. [A finger lifts toward the screen and the picture cuts off]
Murmurred:] Okay, I think that's recording.
[Sitting back, she gives her head a little, resolute shake, and brushes some platinum hair from her face. She pulls in a breath, sighs it out again.]
Hi, everyone. This is Liv. I think most of you know me, but we've kind of had a run on newbies recently, so you might just know me as "that short girl with the white hair." I'm a doctor, originally from Seattle on Earth, around 2017. I've been here about six months-ish. And... none of that is really the point of this video.
So, here's the thing. I'm a zombie. [A thin, nervous laugh and slight shrug.] Obviously not the mindless, face-falling-off kind, although that does happen if I don't get enough brains to eat. [A slow nod, lips pressed together.] Yeah, some of you who work in the kitchen are probably starting to put some things together right about now. I'm sure my obsession with saving venison brains has seemed a little weird.
[Another breath.] The good news is, I can survive just fine on animal brains, which is what I've been doing. The zombie virus can't be transmitted by touch or saliva or me sneezing on you or anything like that. It's strictly blood-borne, doesn't survive outside the human body. Sex and a blood-drawing scratch are the big ways to catch it. [She lifts her hand, fingers splayed to show her nails.] I keep 'em short.
The chance of me being a threat in any way to any of you is very, very slim, but the chance is there. So I get it if you would rather I not be your doctor. Beverly is awesome and I'm sure she'll be happy to help you instead. And I'm just kind of hoping that most of you understand why I kept this a secret, and don't hold it against me too much. It's kind of an instinctive thing for me. People usually don't react well. So.
[A bite of her bottom lip, tilt of her head.] If you have questions, you can send a text to this video once I post it, public or private. I'll do my best to answer them.
Oh, and Bull, I kinda need to talk to you.
Thanks. [A finger lifts toward the screen and the picture cuts off]
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I don't know Bull, but I know Bucky and Thor well enough. Can I ask why it needs to be a big guy?
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tbh I don't even really like the idea of Bucky being the one to have to grab me, I don't think he's strong enough, at least not here with his powers poofed
but if I can get a handful of willing big guys, they could grab me together and hold me down until it passed, if it came to that
Bull is massive, I think he could probably manage it on his own - he's the giant guy with the horns
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Will it pass? If that happens, and I understand that's a very very slim if, but if it does, is it a temporary situation?
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tbh a lack of brains causing it is probably never going to happen because I know that's coming and I apparently have a killer safety net here, who knew?
most likely trigger would be extreme pain, and even then I can usually catch it
but if I don't, it'll pass pretty quickly
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[Very good thing to know. You know, so she knows to avoid messier and more complicated solutions if the situation ever does arise. Natasha has always been practical, and that's not always a good thing.]
Thanks for playing twenty questions with me. I appreciate it. I've never met anyone with your condition before, but there's a lot of firsts happening here for a lot of people, I think
I'm not a big guy, but I might be able to make myself useful, if anything comes up. You can ask Barnes about my credentials, if you want.
I'm Natasha. Not sure if you knew any of the previous versions of me, but I'd rather start fresh, anyway.