Stroke 1: Video SN: Bellsareme

[relance]

[The blond woman is standing in Dorm 2, because aren't you all lucky, and she just looks annoyed by the bed sunken into the floor. Letting out a sigh, she just shoves some fingers through her hair before she addresses the network.]

Ugh. So kidnapped. Excellent. [Sarcasm at it's finest.] I'm sure that you're really fucking sick of people who post about being kidnapped, so sorry to do that. But I'm not because I need some things. So, I've been doing some reading and apparently there's like a market and whatever. Art supplies. I need a shitton of them, and probably a space for a studio. I'm fairly certain that my dorm mates would appreciate me not painting here. Fumes and all.

If nothing else I may as well get some work done.

[Shrugging, Julia moves on:]

I'm Julia. Not Jules, not Julie, just Julia. I'm from New York in 2017. I'm sure there isn't anyone from my world here so you don't need that.

[She only cares about one person anyway. And checking to see if he was here was the first thing she did.]

So some random trivia I suppose. [It comes with an easy grin.] I like spicy food, a good whiskey and long walks on the beach. Which moot point here. Anyway. Art supplies and a studio space info would be much appreciated.

Comments

video | @e.kaspbrak

[wheezed]

I have asthma. ( Eddie's technically in dorm 2 – in one of the rec rooms, actually – but he doesn't think much of springing on people unawares, hence the video. ) So the paint thing's not great, exactly. I don't think.

[relance]

Jesus there's kids here too?

[Julia is just going not mention her whole smoking thing either.]

I did ask for a studio space, e.kaspbrak.

[She pronounces it just like that E dot Kaspbrak.]

audio - un; angel

[unknownmoirai]

I had gotten help getting a clothing store from Max. Perhaps he can help you too.

[relance]

Max is the black market guy, right? The one I got the smokes from?

[unknownmoirai]

Yes.

He is very nice. If he can't help then perhaps you can use some space at my shop to get started. I could even commission some pieces for advertisement.

[A beat.]

I have been told I am not very good at it.

[relance]

Not very good at what?

[unknownmoirai]

Social interactions.

[relance]

Who the hell told you that? Why did they tell you that?

[unknownmoirai]

I think they were trying to help.

It's good to know. I am slowly getting better.

[relance]

I mean there's way to help and then there's just kind of being a fucking asshole!

[Julia knows. She is a fucking asshole.]

Voice: un.TheStrandInstitute

[nobasisinfact]

Don't cause trouble.

[relance]

[Well now you have her focus, Richard. And her suspicion. Even if she does laugh it off with:]

Please like I ever would do that.

[nobasisinfact]

You always do that.

[relance]

Big words from a man I’ve never meant.

Besides I don’t always do anything.

Wait. Did we sleep together or something. Were you a professor at NYU?

[nobasisinfact]

No.

[God, no! He would never sleep with Julia, even if he weren't with Alex. She's practically a teenager.]

I knew you in a different time.

[relance]

Well I mean college is a different time.

But when do you mean?

[nobasisinfact]

A place called Riverview.

[relance]

Sounds like a mental hospital. Or a prison. You sure it was me?

text; un: guerin

[guerin]

You can call me Guerin, Julia.

I'm from 2019, Roswell. We got good whiskey in common and this place at least provides a good supply of that most of the time.

[relance]

Roswell, huh? Seen any aliens while you're out there?

[Julia sounds more amused than anything else.]

How's the future?

[guerin]

[ Michael rolls his eyes but it's not exactly a secret here. ]

I am an alien.

And it's about as shitty as it was 2 years ago.

[relance]

[Okay. Huh. That’s weird.]

Really?

[guerin]

Yeah. Really.

[relance]

Interesting. And people here are just fine with that?

[guerin]

Haven't run into any issues yet.