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riverview2017-04-09 05:51 pm
onthehalfshell) wrote in riverview2017-04-09 05:51 pm
@wikus.vandermerwe: Video (Warning: Some Body Horror)
[The video starts with the view blocked by a hand. The view shakes a little.]
Is this started- right. Okay.
[The hand draws back, revealing a rather mousy brunet man. He's smiling, but his lips keep twitching as if they might collapse into a frown at any moment. His gaze keeps flicking away from the camera, as if he's having trouble keeping even virtual eye-contact. The nervousness might have something to do with the fact that his left eye and hand are distinctly not human, and there are several inflamed patches on his left cheek where something dark and chitinous pokes through the skin.
He tries to fold his hands, twitches slightly when the human right touches the inhuman left, and settles for strumming his fingers on the table instead.]
Since we're all going to be living and working together in this city for the next couple years, I thought it would be good introduce myself. Less of a, uh, surprise that that way.
I am Wikus van de Merwe, and I am- was- an employee of…
[Trailing off, he seems to think better of that particular fact.]
I'm from Johannesburg. That's in South Africa, for those of you, ah, familiar with Earth and it's countries. I grew up there, and it's where I live with my beautiful wife, Tania, who I know is- she's waiting for me to come home, and-
[Another pause, this one accompanied by placing a hand on his forehead and inhaling deeply through his nose. It takes a few moments before he's ready to speak again.]
Anyway, if you're worried about this- [He lifts his alien hand, clenching and unclenching tentacle-like fingers.] You don't need to worry about this. I'm not- it's not contagious or anything. I just had a little accident and- Ow!
[He claps his hand to his mouth, coughs, then promptly spits something out. It's hard to tell given the camera's focus, but it looks like it might be a tooth.]
Fok-! [The alien hand reaches out and the video ends.]
Is this started- right. Okay.
[The hand draws back, revealing a rather mousy brunet man. He's smiling, but his lips keep twitching as if they might collapse into a frown at any moment. His gaze keeps flicking away from the camera, as if he's having trouble keeping even virtual eye-contact. The nervousness might have something to do with the fact that his left eye and hand are distinctly not human, and there are several inflamed patches on his left cheek where something dark and chitinous pokes through the skin.
He tries to fold his hands, twitches slightly when the human right touches the inhuman left, and settles for strumming his fingers on the table instead.]
Since we're all going to be living and working together in this city for the next couple years, I thought it would be good introduce myself. Less of a, uh, surprise that that way.
I am Wikus van de Merwe, and I am- was- an employee of…
[Trailing off, he seems to think better of that particular fact.]
I'm from Johannesburg. That's in South Africa, for those of you, ah, familiar with Earth and it's countries. I grew up there, and it's where I live with my beautiful wife, Tania, who I know is- she's waiting for me to come home, and-
[Another pause, this one accompanied by placing a hand on his forehead and inhaling deeply through his nose. It takes a few moments before he's ready to speak again.]
Anyway, if you're worried about this- [He lifts his alien hand, clenching and unclenching tentacle-like fingers.] You don't need to worry about this. I'm not- it's not contagious or anything. I just had a little accident and- Ow!
[He claps his hand to his mouth, coughs, then promptly spits something out. It's hard to tell given the camera's focus, but it looks like it might be a tooth.]
Fok-! [The alien hand reaches out and the video ends.]
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[Still seriously dubious about Scott's life choices here.]
And how the hell do you make an ant giant, anyway?
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[Shudder! Still not a good memory.] But hey, they're not like...evil or anything.
Oh, that? I have these discs. I, uh, throw them at stuff.
[Scott, why does everything in your life seem normal till you have to say it out loud?]
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I can't decide what's weirder, man. That you got discs that make giant ants, or that you like ants even though you got swarmed by them.
[Wikus is pretty sure that getting swarmed by ants would give him a lifelong phobia.]
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[Like Antony. That was a good ant!]
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Are you just fokken with me?
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[Seriously. He'd lie the OTHER way, maybe, but not lie about being saved by ants!]
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...you have a point.
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I'd show you, if I could find some ants here.
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[He doesn't need to see giant ants or anything. Really.]
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I'm telling you: nothing like riding a flying ant! [Ah, Antony. Good times! ]
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