[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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[of_bokthersa]

Make sure you're moving toward exits.

And remember that you're not alone. The fear is a creation of the nightmare itself.

[belowthesea]

I know.

[He sounds more like a child than anything; like he's being reminded to stay close to mom. That tone coming from a deep adult man's voice is... strange to say the least.]

You talk a lot. [Not that he really minds.]

[of_bokthersa]

[He's used to his protege (and now lover (?) being petulant from time to time.

He sounds amused.]

So I've been told many times.

[belowthesea]

[Honestly, Jack still isn't sure whether he likes this man... but he isn't dead yet, or anything worse.]

No splicers.

[A pause.]

Are there splicers here?

[of_bokthersa]

Seeing as I've never heard of them, there's a strong chance they aren't.

[belowthesea]

Good.

[There's a lot of conviction in that word - clearly, whatever splicers are, Jack has some strong opinions about them.]

Who are you?

[of_bokthersa]

[It takes him a moment.]

Seregil, and you are?

[belowthesea]

Jack.

Your name is weird.

[of_bokthersa]

It's common where I come from.

[LIES - sort of]

From my perspective, yours is weird too.