soul_campaign | ✗ 01, video, january 27th ✗

[The communicator is upside down. Then rightside up. Then upside down. The blonde teen on the other end turns it the right way again, putting it close to her face, and then finally, holding it at a reasonable distance and angle. She stares at it for a few moments, and then tilts her head back with a giant laugh. She speaks with a thick Australian accent, despite the fact that Australia doesn't...exist, in her world. Go figure.]

This thing is great! I can really talk to everyone through this? Wish I had one a these buggers in me other world, I bet some rich ole coot would pay a bunch for it!

Anyway. I ain't new to this whole alternate dimensions thing. But I gotta say, this one seems pretty damn nice. And I ain't sayin' that cuz I'm a brown noser, either, you guys went and hooked us up. Free place, free food, ya don't have to jump through any hoops or rip off anyone or nothing. Back in me own world ya don't get shit for free, unless ya got sticky fingers.

I was kinda in the middle a somethin' when ya brought me here. The weird thing is, I don't remember what I was doin. That beer machine mighta knocked me out, messed with me head. Someone stuck somethin' through me, though.

[And she moves the camera towards her stomach. Since she doesn't really wear real clothes, you can see the bandages.]

Looks like somebody was trying to do me in. Nobody's gonna kill The Great Kid, so quit wastin' yer time!

Ah, yeah, before I go. What's the best way to make some money around here? None of that "ya gotta show up all day, every day" business, I'm lookin' for somethin' good.

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( Ellie is just going to Frysquint at that accent, young lady. This one is from Australia, but it's hideous warzone Australia, so only marginally more authentic. Still, it's the closest thing she's heard to anything from home since she got here, and she's not too eager to dismiss it right off the bat, even if that dimensions chatter isn't very encouraging.

Besides, all that "The Great Kid" business is all too familiar to certain idiots from back home. Her eyebrow is a little arched as she speaks, slow and cautious - but with an all mighty accent of her own. )

Hey. Whereabouts are you from?

I ain't from anywhere. I guess ya could call me a drifter.

( Oh, bloody hell. Ellie can't help rolling her eyes at how completely unhelpful she finds that, as if the kid did it deliberately. )

Right. And 'Kid' is your real name, is it?

( Ah. Ellie isn't very good at being... friendly. Or generally pleasant. )

I dunno! I never had any parents, so they never gave me a name. Guess people just started callin' me Kid and it stuck.