So, they were kidnapped. Again, but this time they weren't in Seattle any more. Granted, they weren't going to be in Seattle in the morning either, but at least then they would have had some sort of choice in the matter. Being here wasn't a choice, but if nothing else it meant that they needed to chose how they accepted it or not. Alex was accepting of it; they were here and there was nothing else to be done about it. So, she'd gone to the welcome dinner that had been put on. She couldn't not, not with all of the questions that she had swirling around in her brain about this place and what she had been told of the Sphere.
But right now, the best resource that Alex could find was people, so she was wandering around the tables that were set up for jobs and clubs. One of the first places that she'd found was the coffee cart and she was relieved; a place without coffee was something that would have been enough to send her back to her pod with her blanket over her head. Satiated and on the second overly large paper cup, Alex's normally smiling face was fixed into a rather large frown, and her eyes were wide in disbelief as she just commented to the person who was next to her in her radio ready, very Canadian voice: "okay, but how can there really not be any sort of news network here?! How do people stay informed?!"
Nightmare
Alex Reagan wasn't unused to dozing off for a few minutes in her chair at work, or on the sofa at Strand's or most anywhere she was. Randomly catching sleep where you could tended to go hand and hand with insomnia, and Alex's had been chasing her for almost three years now. So, when she'd fallen asleep sitting in the library dome, reading about the history of some of the people here, she wasn't exactly surprised. Not even by the sensation of the red crease that the spine of the book had left on her normally pale cheeks.
But then something tugged at her, and her dark eyes went wide in their terror behind the rims of her glasses. Fingers randomly patted down her pockets, the gesture becoming more frantic as she reached out for the heavy bag that she always carried that had been on her pod when she'd woken up. After a loud series of shuffling noises (too loud for a library, no doubt) her desperation reached a peak, and she just dumped the bag out on the table that she'd been sitting at. Her recorder and phone hit the wood with a large thunk, followed by the softer ones of various pens and notebooks hitting and rolling away and onto the wooden floor.
"Oh my god," the words were soft at first, practically all sighed together, and then they came once more with desperation. "Oh my god. Hey. Sorry to bother you but have you seen..." She left the sentence hanging for a moment, her hands stretching and forming a vague shape in the air between them. "I mean, it has to be here, right? It has to!"
Network: Audio. UN AlexReaganradio
[Due to the fact that Alex Reagan is a podcaster by nature and trade, her network posts are going to tend to default to being audio. Like this one. She sounds sharp and curious, and very Canadian. Yeah, "aboots"are a thing. Yes, she's heard it before.]
Hi, I'm Alex Reagan, and I'm obviously new here. I know that there's not been any sort of formal news source for... Well, a while I suppose? And I'm wondering if that would be something that people are interested in. I'm a reporter back home, so it just seems like a natural sort of fit.
If you are interested, what sort of stories would you want us to cover? Are there any that interest you more than others?
Alex Reagan | The Black Tapes Podcast | OTA
So, they were kidnapped. Again, but this time they weren't in Seattle any more. Granted, they weren't going to be in Seattle in the morning either, but at least then they would have had some sort of choice in the matter. Being here wasn't a choice, but if nothing else it meant that they needed to chose how they accepted it or not. Alex was accepting of it; they were here and there was nothing else to be done about it. So, she'd gone to the welcome dinner that had been put on. She couldn't not, not with all of the questions that she had swirling around in her brain about this place and what she had been told of the Sphere.
But right now, the best resource that Alex could find was people, so she was wandering around the tables that were set up for jobs and clubs. One of the first places that she'd found was the coffee cart and she was relieved; a place without coffee was something that would have been enough to send her back to her pod with her blanket over her head. Satiated and on the second overly large paper cup, Alex's normally smiling face was fixed into a rather large frown, and her eyes were wide in disbelief as she just commented to the person who was next to her in her radio ready, very Canadian voice: "okay, but how can there really not be any sort of news network here?! How do people stay informed?!"
Nightmare
Alex Reagan wasn't unused to dozing off for a few minutes in her chair at work, or on the sofa at Strand's or most anywhere she was. Randomly catching sleep where you could tended to go hand and hand with insomnia, and Alex's had been chasing her for almost three years now. So, when she'd fallen asleep sitting in the library dome, reading about the history of some of the people here, she wasn't exactly surprised. Not even by the sensation of the red crease that the spine of the book had left on her normally pale cheeks.
But then something tugged at her, and her dark eyes went wide in their terror behind the rims of her glasses. Fingers randomly patted down her pockets, the gesture becoming more frantic as she reached out for the heavy bag that she always carried that had been on her pod when she'd woken up. After a loud series of shuffling noises (too loud for a library, no doubt) her desperation reached a peak, and she just dumped the bag out on the table that she'd been sitting at. Her recorder and phone hit the wood with a large thunk, followed by the softer ones of various pens and notebooks hitting and rolling away and onto the wooden floor.
"Oh my god," the words were soft at first, practically all sighed together, and then they came once more with desperation. "Oh my god. Hey. Sorry to bother you but have you seen..." She left the sentence hanging for a moment, her hands stretching and forming a vague shape in the air between them. "I mean, it has to be here, right? It has to!"
Network: Audio. UN AlexReaganradio
[Due to the fact that Alex Reagan is a podcaster by nature and trade, her network posts are going to tend to default to being audio. Like this one. She sounds sharp and curious, and very Canadian. Yeah, "aboots"are a thing. Yes, she's heard it before.]
Hi, I'm Alex Reagan, and I'm obviously new here. I know that there's not been any sort of formal news source for... Well, a while I suppose? And I'm wondering if that would be something that people are interested in. I'm a reporter back home, so it just seems like a natural sort of fit.
If you are interested, what sort of stories would you want us to cover? Are there any that interest you more than others?