(discedo) Playing Track One [Voice Post]

[syncopath]

[smaller text is unintentional]

No. No, I won. This isn't fair.

Lucy?

[small pause, then a tiny clearing of the throat]

[tone is congenial, with a slight hint of bordering on intolerance, why do i feel like i'm forecasting weather here]

Greetings. I am Professor Saxon. I can only assume that whoever has deposited me in this hellhole... quaint little place is paying attention. It would no doubt please you to know that you have me at an extreme disadvantage- that is to say, you've got all the answers while I'm riddling out scraps of poetry and saddled with a sadistically primitive bit of communications technology. I gather that you are also responsible for the headache.

[softly menacing] You are making a mistake.

[aaaaand back to congenial] Rest assured, however, that this is nothing that can't be rectified by a little pooling of knowledge. I would like to know why and how I came to be here. I gather from the lack of intelligent life environmental conditions that you, in turn, could use a certain amount of qualified assistance. It is therefore of the utmost importance that we speak. I am sure that we can come to an equitable and mutually favorable agreement.

Let us help each other.

Comments

[chozoraised.livejournal.com]

I'll recommend that you talk to either Franziska von Karma, or Razer. They might be able to help you more.

[syncopath]

Thank you. I truly hope I can be of service to this community.