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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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He's over at your place a lot but I thought it was for, um. Other things.
[ like fondueing. clearly. He takes a largely unneeded breath, running over the scenario and potential fallout in his head. If this was anyone else asking, there's a good chance Steve would politely beg off. But this isn't just anyone. This is Bucky's best gal. ]
If you want me to? Sure. Just need a list of people you want to be invited and a date. I'll make sure they know.
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Well, the point here, Steve, is kind of that I don't know who all to invite. I mean, I know who I'll invite personally, but I'm not up on who's in your superhero sewing circle.
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The people from our world, you mean. His and mine? If you want all of them, I'll get you all of them. Not sure everyone sews, though.
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The people you— Worked with? Is that the right word? It doesn't seem like the right word, but you know what I mean. If you were going to have a Christmas party for the "office" — [Here she holds up her free hand to indicate air quotes.] — who would be invited? You, Tony— I've got Tony. Bruce, Rhodey— I don't even know if I'm supposed to call him that or something else. Tony's ward. Thor. Natasha. Red-haired chick that I don't know... who am I missing?
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[ and clearly not succeeding, judging from Liv's less than fully entertained reaction. ]
Wanda, I think you mean. Although Nat's hair is redder. Bucky, who I figure already knows, Bruce, Rhodes, Peter Parker -- that's who I assume you mean with Tony's ward -- Thor. Wanda. Those are my office friends. [ half of his mouth turns up in a smile. ] There are others from our world here, too. Karen Page, Danny Rand, a guy named Frank ... I think a couple more. Do you want me to gather them, or just Avengers and Co.?
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