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Video: Introductions
Jan. 17th, 2012 06:50 pm[Rayne's in her room, which is fairly sparse. Kind of. A metal weapons cabinet in a cage is over to one side, which looks guarded by all sorts of locks and things. She's sitting on her desk, resting one boot on the chair to support the long blade she's in the midst of sharpening. The reason she's bobbing head up and down is because of the rhythm of 'golden oldies' playing in the background, like this, this and this. Every so often, she looks up at the camera, but her attention's mainly on the sharp blade.
This is one of those rare instances Rayne is making a non-written post, which means her lazy drawl might be getting heard for the first time by some.]
So... For all you newbies out there and, like... People who haven't said anything... I'm Rayne. AKA: The Bitchy One. There's a bunch of us now, though, so... Probably just 'Rayne'.
They decide to give you guys a brochure upon arrival yet? A starter's guide? No...?
Well, just in case...
Welcome to Psychosis Incorporated, your home for the next however many years you're stuck here. We get split into wardens and inmates and there are a whole lot of nasties on both sides. Basically, it's a prison, psyche ward and school all rolled into one. Except with that teensy annoyance of cross-dimensional travel which makes everything go hooey every once in a while and you lose your identity and, quite possibly, gender, age and species for a while. Usually temporary, but you never know...
Speaking of nasties, if you require blood, flesh or bone to survive, just pay a visit to the dining hall. You need it? They serve it.
Yes, there'll almost certainly be someone who recognises you. This is usually due to life playing a cruel joke and your entire life turning up as a form of entertainment in some other... Place.
Yes, we have Captain Kirk.
No, he won't mind if you molest him.
Best advice: Keep your head down and assume the place is going to try and craze you into submission. You can't die, so... Don't even try. All it'll get you is nausea.
Worst advice: Being an ass. If you have to ask what this means, then you're already being one.
Any questions, leave 'em here. Blah-blah-blah...
This is one of those rare instances Rayne is making a non-written post, which means her lazy drawl might be getting heard for the first time by some.]
So... For all you newbies out there and, like... People who haven't said anything... I'm Rayne. AKA: The Bitchy One. There's a bunch of us now, though, so... Probably just 'Rayne'.
They decide to give you guys a brochure upon arrival yet? A starter's guide? No...?
Well, just in case...
Welcome to Psychosis Incorporated, your home for the next however many years you're stuck here. We get split into wardens and inmates and there are a whole lot of nasties on both sides. Basically, it's a prison, psyche ward and school all rolled into one. Except with that teensy annoyance of cross-dimensional travel which makes everything go hooey every once in a while and you lose your identity and, quite possibly, gender, age and species for a while. Usually temporary, but you never know...
Speaking of nasties, if you require blood, flesh or bone to survive, just pay a visit to the dining hall. You need it? They serve it.
Yes, there'll almost certainly be someone who recognises you. This is usually due to life playing a cruel joke and your entire life turning up as a form of entertainment in some other... Place.
Yes, we have Captain Kirk.
No, he won't mind if you molest him.
Best advice: Keep your head down and assume the place is going to try and craze you into submission. You can't die, so... Don't even try. All it'll get you is nausea.
Worst advice: Being an ass. If you have to ask what this means, then you're already being one.
Any questions, leave 'em here. Blah-blah-blah...
