byakkoyagirl | ✯ Sixth Session ✯ [Accidental Written?] Dated to Wednesday Afternoon

[During the afternoon, if one is to catch the journal feed they may notice what looks like a black splotch on the feed. If one looks long enough, they will notice that this splotch is growing slowly. Eventually it starts taking on this form:]

[As the splotch grows, the journal camera catches a young woman grumbling, while rubbing her head in frustration. That young woman being Paprika. ...At least it looks like she's grumbling. Because, no matter how much it appears that she's talking, no words come out of her mouth that can be even caught in the slightest by the journal. Meanwhile the inkblot stops as soon as she does. It doesn't seem she has noticed just yet that her journal is open.]

[ooc: Paprika is back from her kidnapping. Her experimentation side-effect is that her words are being translated into the journal as Rorschach Inkblots and none of her speech can be heard. She doesn't realize this and is under the illusion that nothing has happened to her. The blots can be interpreted in whatever way you want your character to see them as. I'll put what she's actually saying in brackets for convenience. Replies will be accompanied by images, so please specify in the subject line if you want it linked as a URL if your computer can't take image loading or if tinypic is blocked for some reason! Also this post is image heavy in the comments.]

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[... Yes, Robert saw that. He was observant enough to notice that, just for a moment, there were words on that page - and then somehow they coalesced into some random ink blot that is making him think of some sort of strange cerebral scan. Or an equine face directly head-on.]

... Was... that deliberate? [Because that was done so quickly he hadn't had time to read the text. The fact this is happening at all is taking precedence over the drawings' appearance.]

[She slowly shakes her head, knowing well at this point that speaking is pointless.]

Well. [Robert can't say he's seen this happen on the journals before.] This is... certainly strange. And it is thoroughly impeding our ability to communicate.

It is a pity that you would be unlikely to know Terran Common Sign Language, else we might be able to circumvent this. [~~The mun doesn't know it well enough to write a conversation in it, either.~~] At any rate, we have not met before... I do not recognize you. But my name is Professor Robert Alexander Hastings. [He knows that the person won't be able to reply to this with zir own name, but it's worth stating his own regardless.]

Do you perhaps need assistance of any sort?

[And after a pause to allow a nod or shake of the head as affirmation or rejection...]

Or are you alright despite this... strange affliction on your communications?

[She shakes her head and gives a small thumbs up. Other than this annoying side effect, she doesn't feel too strange at the very least. Then, she takes her index and thumbs and puts them together, making an "M" shape with them.]

"M"? [Robert is mostly confused by that.] Forgive me; if it is a sign language sign, it is one that I am unfamiliar with. [~~As well as the mun.~~]

But it is reassuring that you are unharmed. Perhaps this is merely a glitch in the system? ... However, it could also be deliberately done, but for what purpose is inexplicable to me.

[She shakes her head, and tries to think of a way to get across her message.

...It then hits her and she puts up an index finger, ushering him to wait a moment hopefully. She moves off the feed and the sounds of scraping can be heard not too far away.

A minute later she returns to the journal and adjusts the camera to the forest ground, where she wrote out the word "MALNOSSO" with a wooden stick.]

[How ingenious. Robert's actually a little impressed. He switches back to voice so that the person on the other line can write without having to constantly peer into the journal.]

So the Malnosso are responsible for this debacle? That seems... predictable. And yet ridiculous. There seems to be no reason for this - not as if things being unreasoned ever stopped them before.

[She nods and takes the stick once more, writing out the words "KIDNAPPED" and "EXPERIMENTED".]

Again... seems about par for the course with these imbeciles. [Robert sighs a little.] They recently returned a friend of mine from a similar experiment, so it seems as if they are hungering for whatever strange results they crave once more.

Are you certain I cannot assist you somehow?

And may I perhaps have your name so as to allow us to speak in future when you are not so encumbered?

[She shakes her head. He wouldn't be able to see her most likely, so it's pointless to bother him.

But, she does take the stick again and writes "PAPRIKA" on the ground.]

[Paprika... that was the name of a spice, wasn't it? Robert allows a small smile despite the strangeness of the situation.] I certainly look forward to speaking to you when the journal system actually cooperates, Paprika. I trust it will be much less irritating than having to scrawl on the ground.

[She quickly writes a "THANKS" on the ground and then next to it "YOUR NAME?".]

Ah, forgive me for my lack of formalities. My name is Professor Robert Alexander Hastings.

And you are quite welcome.

[Professor? Interesting. She gives him a smile and waves him off, making a note to speak with him again after this dumb after effect ends.]

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