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apocalypsehowcomm2022-08-29 04:37 pm
clavesregni) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2022-08-29 04:37 pm
network | video
Who: Caitlyn Kiramman
Username: piltoversfinest
Warnings: discussion of the Public Eye event, involving potential body dysmorphia and loss of control
[Caitlyn speaks quickly and eagerly as she shows off a large map of Gloucester pinned to her bedroom wall with variously colored thumbtacks. Pinned around it are all sorts of papers, covered in borderline-illegible scribblings in red and black ink, and polaroid photos, some of which have been drawn on. The whole thing is criss-crossed in red yarn.
As the camera pans around, you can see that her bed is immaculately made but the floor is a mess of papers, books, and notepads. Some of the mess has probably started spilling out into the hallway. Sorry, Donna and Callisto.]
I've been trying to document all of the supernatural goings-on in Gloucester. At least the ones I'm aware of. I've noted approximate locations, dates and times, and which Entities could be implicated by each. The more information I collect, the likelier it is I'll be able to deduce a pattern.
[She points to a red thumbtack pinned near two blue thumbtacks.]
At the moment, I'm particularly interested in the phenomenon that's resulted in certain people being trapped in various cameras around town. Here I've noted the camera I found myself looking through when it happened to me, and [She taps the two blue thumbtacks.] where I was each time it occurred.
If I can compile enough data, it may be possible to ascertain a source. Or perhaps what, if anything, has been triggering certain people to become stuck in the cameras. I would certainly appreciate any information any of you could share.
Username: piltoversfinest
Warnings: discussion of the Public Eye event, involving potential body dysmorphia and loss of control
[Caitlyn speaks quickly and eagerly as she shows off a large map of Gloucester pinned to her bedroom wall with variously colored thumbtacks. Pinned around it are all sorts of papers, covered in borderline-illegible scribblings in red and black ink, and polaroid photos, some of which have been drawn on. The whole thing is criss-crossed in red yarn.
As the camera pans around, you can see that her bed is immaculately made but the floor is a mess of papers, books, and notepads. Some of the mess has probably started spilling out into the hallway. Sorry, Donna and Callisto.]
I've been trying to document all of the supernatural goings-on in Gloucester. At least the ones I'm aware of. I've noted approximate locations, dates and times, and which Entities could be implicated by each. The more information I collect, the likelier it is I'll be able to deduce a pattern.
[She points to a red thumbtack pinned near two blue thumbtacks.]
At the moment, I'm particularly interested in the phenomenon that's resulted in certain people being trapped in various cameras around town. Here I've noted the camera I found myself looking through when it happened to me, and [She taps the two blue thumbtacks.] where I was each time it occurred.
If I can compile enough data, it may be possible to ascertain a source. Or perhaps what, if anything, has been triggering certain people to become stuck in the cameras. I would certainly appreciate any information any of you could share.
no subject
I didn't even know about phones until I arrived in this world. The cameras I'm used to are more like this. You push a button and it creates a physical photograph.
[She holds it out to him, in case he wants to inspect it.]
I've always found photographs extremely helpful when I'm trying to piece together clues. I take a lot of them.
no subject
"If it provides you with a physical representation of the image, I can understand how that would be useful. Working through a problem with touch can be very useful, even if you cannot touch the image directly, it is another avenue of memory. That is clever."
He pauses in that thought as something else occurs to him. "Did you often solve mysteries back home? Were you a guard or...police?"
no subject
"We call them enforcers, but yes, I was a police officer." She huffs softly. "I was not, strictly speaking, a detective. The sheriff preferred to relegate me to guard duty." In hindsight, it makes perfect sense that the man in the pocket of an undercity crime lord would not want her investigating undercity crime.
"I often had to conduct my investigations on my own time. It's rather refreshing that ADI allows me to investigate as I please."