[video // @jackwynand56] first transmission.

[belowthesea]

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...

[Someone just found his way out of a nightmare dome... he'd been sort of vaguely reassuring himself that this is just another weird city like Rapture, but- yeah, Rapture was lonely, but not oppressively lonely like that.

His video is in first-person, but it isn't showing much. Just his hands clutching a worn short-wave radio so hard that it might just crack under pressure.]

Someone... talk. Please.

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[verstoned]

Mmm. So 'ave I. But unlike this, people had their freedom. Yours was exactly like this, eh?

[belowthesea]

Worse. It's... better here. I think.

No corpses yet.

[verstoned]

Would that you could see Tamamizu, Shisui of the Violet Tides and Sui-no-Sato, then. The Ruby Sea isn't as murky as these depths. [Telling stories, at least, was one of the duties he had before. Entertaining in various ways was something trained into him over the course of many years, and while Rhus is out of practice, he's never forgotten. And now he draws upon that old experience to keep this poor Hyur from panicking again.]

[belowthesea]

[Those sure are.. words. They sail directly over Jack's head, and he can't decide what question he should start with. He does have one comment to add that he's rather sure about.]

I'm sick of the ocean. I miss Kansas.

[verstoned]

[Ah, something to latch onto. Good.]

Tell me about this Kansas? That name, I never heard.

[belowthesea]

It's in America. It wasn't... real. But it was good.

[verstoned]

[That's... assuming Rhus knows what America is, but all right.]

Why not describe it to me, real or no?