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leftinbasketforfbi) wrote2012-09-20 03:55 pm
leftinbasketforfbi) wrote2012-09-20 03:55 pm
2nd Book Read A Accidental Video/Action for Cherrygrove Ω
[Click.
A big paw is batting at the Gear.]
Yang, stop playing with that.
[The Gear is showing the ceiling of an inn in Cherrygrove. A slender hand comes down on the camera briefly, and then the Gear is set on a table, and it shows Spencer Reid (considerably more calm now than he was on Sunday) walking back to the bed, where a very cranky Absol sits with a Munna egg wrapped in a warm towel next to him.
Also, there's half a library's worth of books piled around the room. No, seriously, if you put them all in one stack, it'd nearly be Reid's height.
Absol makes a irritable grunting noise.]
I know, I know, but we'll go out for some fresh air soon, promise. I just need to get through some more of these.
[He picks up a brick-sized book seemingly at random, sitting down on the bed with his legs crossed before placing the wrapped up egg in his lap. In retrospect, he probably shouldn't have taken one before he knew what he was doing, but he doesn't really trust the textbooks here that much and wants to make observations of development by himself.
Yes, someone has started to consider the possibility that he's not completely insane. Since he might not be insane, he wants to learn about where he is, and he wants to learn everything.
He opens up the book and started fanning through the pages, as if he were trying to find his spot, but he doesn't stop. He turns the pages so fast that he can't possibly be reading them, so it's unclear what he's doing.]
Give me half an hour. We'll go out then. And if you really want to, I guess we can go into the woods and find something for you to fight.
[...No, he still hasn't noticed that Yang turned on the Gear. People who told him this wasn't a prank should feel free to gloat and say they told him so.]
A big paw is batting at the Gear.]
Yang, stop playing with that.
[The Gear is showing the ceiling of an inn in Cherrygrove. A slender hand comes down on the camera briefly, and then the Gear is set on a table, and it shows Spencer Reid (considerably more calm now than he was on Sunday) walking back to the bed, where a very cranky Absol sits with a Munna egg wrapped in a warm towel next to him.
Also, there's half a library's worth of books piled around the room. No, seriously, if you put them all in one stack, it'd nearly be Reid's height.
Absol makes a irritable grunting noise.]
I know, I know, but we'll go out for some fresh air soon, promise. I just need to get through some more of these.
[He picks up a brick-sized book seemingly at random, sitting down on the bed with his legs crossed before placing the wrapped up egg in his lap. In retrospect, he probably shouldn't have taken one before he knew what he was doing, but he doesn't really trust the textbooks here that much and wants to make observations of development by himself.
Yes, someone has started to consider the possibility that he's not completely insane. Since he might not be insane, he wants to learn about where he is, and he wants to learn everything.
He opens up the book and started fanning through the pages, as if he were trying to find his spot, but he doesn't stop. He turns the pages so fast that he can't possibly be reading them, so it's unclear what he's doing.]
Give me half an hour. We'll go out then. And if you really want to, I guess we can go into the woods and find something for you to fight.
[...No, he still hasn't noticed that Yang turned on the Gear. People who told him this wasn't a prank should feel free to gloat and say they told him so.]
[video]
Ah... I think my friend Carmen would like you. Maybe Albert, too, as much as he 'likes' anyone.
[Because wow, what a crank.]
They're all pokemon, but some of them look like bugs from home! Just, uh, a lot bigger.
[video]
Carmen Sandiego and Albert Rosenfield? [He's met them. And yes, you're right. They like him. Or, well, as much as either of them like people.
Albert isn't so bad. He's a little abrasive, but he was very good to Reid when he was busy freaking out on his first day.]
That... seems like it could be very dangerous? A lot of insects aren't dangerous to humans because of their relative size to us, but if they were bigger, what was previously just a nuisance could become deadly. [Take a bee sting. If you're not allergic, it's annoying. If it's a giant stinger pumping you with a fist-sized venom sac, it quickly moves into the 'potentially fatal' category.]
[video]
And yes, Hiccup would agree that Albert wasn't too bad. He even got him to tell a joke! And then eventually Albert told a joke that made Hiccup faint, and, uhmn...
Their relationship was iffy, let's put it that way. He prefers Carmen.]
I...guess? Though I don't know anyone who's gotten sick from one. Maybe if they got poisoned, though... [Oh, right, that's probably not reassuring.] But the doctors know what they're doing, when it comes to pokemon stuff! And everyone's pretty sure no one can die, so I wouldn't worry too much about it! They're treating this contest sort of like a game, so it can't be too bad, right?
[video]
Just because something is a game in a public forum doesn't mean it's not dangerous. In 2011 alone, sports like gymnastics, football, baseball, and other popular competitions accounted for 1,780,826 injuries, and from 1982 to 2002, accounted for 256 fatalities in high schools within the United States. [Babbling ahoy.]
And death wouldn't be the only concern, either. The brown recluse spider is considered to be the most venomous spider within the United States, but confirmed deaths aren't common at all. What's more common than death is necrosis developing around a bite, and if left untreated for too long, amputation may be the only way to avoid death. Even if the necrosis is treated in time, it's not unheard of for there to be remaining pain on the site of the injury for months or years after the fact, or for the wounds to reappear on a yearly basis. But that, of course, is if the venom injected was substantial and localized in one space instead of circulating through the bloodstream--
[Oh God. Stop him. Stop him, Hiccup. He'll never stop talking on his own.]
[video]
Except not really, because this guy sure is using some unusual words.]
Uhmn. [Hi, just let me politely interrupt you here?] I don't really know what any of that stuff is? It's probably way, way in the future where--er, when--I'm from. Besides, I already have a prosthetic foot.
[You modern folk were so weird about amputations.]
[video]
[Slightly furrowed brow.] You already have a prosthetic? [At your age?] How did you--how did you lose your foot?
[video]
[Yep, this stringbean. A viking.
The other answer was a more difficult one, and probably just as ridiculous-sounding.]
The specifics are a little fuzzy, but I was battling a dragon and got knocked off my own. When I woke up, I was at home and had a brand new foot.
[video]
And this kid is now talking about dragons.
...Well now Reid doesn't know if his knowledge of Vikings is even applicable.]
Well... I know you're not far in my world's past, because while we had Vikings, we've never had dragons in anything but stories. I don't know how much of what I know is--hold on, please, hold on.
[Reid moves away from the communicator. Then he comes back with a notebook and a pencil, scribbling something down quickly and showing him a hastily scribbled series of runes. He's included long-branch, short-twig, and staveless, just in case Hiccup has only seen one form of the writing.]
Do you recognize these at all?
[video]
'No dragons' seems to be a pretty common thing for people here.
[He waits patiently for Reid, lightly beginning to fan himself because by gods was it hot. At the sight of the runes, he perks up a little.]
Yeah! Most of 'em, sure. Not any from the bottom line, though.