❝ ONE ❞ ( video + action )

[sanskrit]

[India is rather composed even though he's found himself in such a place. No need to look scary or intimidate anyone he is possibly speaking too, right?]

Namaste, everyone who can see and hear this. This technology is something new to me, but is indeed quite ingenious and useful. [he pauses briefly, giving a smile.] I'd like to ask people for more information about this place and the circumstances as why I was brought here. While a vacation is always good for the mind and soul, one taken so abruptly is not.

ACTION:
[India is sitting cross-legged on a rock located on the beach. He's wearing clothing like this, but doesn't have the bow and arrow. He looks like's he's enjoying the view, or maybe he's thinking about something. Feel free to interrupt him.]

day one hundred and twenty-six: friday, november 25th

[majorarc]

[ Another quiet day, for you folks. Good thing too, cause all that thanksgiving food you may or may not have eaten could be making you sleepy. ]

video.

[bearpuns]

[ Teddie shows up on the screen and looks a little confused. He also looks like he's been thinking about something for a bit ]

So...That lady that helps us...do you guys think she's okay? I mean usually she's helping us out beary much, but this time she wasn't around!!

[ Then he thinks for a moment then sighs ]

I'm beary lonely too. Being in a house alone is kind of sad...We should have a big party!!

first moon [Video]

[puppyface]

[A frantic, sweaty Scott appears on the screen, swaddled in blankets and shaking. He drops the communicator on the floor once, misfiring the first video.] [A few minutes later another video comes on the screen, this time a little out of focus because Scott can't seem to hold the damn thing still. He's breathing erratically, his hands shaking as he pleads with the camera.]

H-hello?! Mom- Stiles, anyone?! I need help.

[He rubs at one eye, trying to focus past the tears.]

I can't breathe- I don't know where I am, this isn't a dream- help!

A Haon [Voice]

[pledged_to_me]

[At first all that can be heard is a muffled cough. It takes a moment before a voice follows it, with a clear Irish accent coloring it.]

'Tis a right terrible thing to be doin', kidnappin' lasses. 'Tis even worse to be kidnappin' lasses and nay realizin' that said lass can be handin' them their arses for their troubles, aye 'tis. 'Tis bein' quite stupid, in fact.

Can anyone be tellin' me just what is goin' on and where and what 'xactly "Acanarum" is?

[There's a pause, followed by the sound of the compact falling and more coughing. When she speaks again, it's quiet, as though she thinks no one can hear her.]

Breathin' hurts...