Sheriff Harry S. Truman (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
likewatson) wrote2012-12-02 06:28 pm
likewatson) wrote2012-12-02 06:28 pm
001 [video → backtimed to this morning]
[So here's a fun image to start your day with, O denizens of this strange place: A grown man in a cowboy hat, seated on a bed in a room that is obviously not meant for him, contrary to what he's been told by the woman who seems to think she's his mother. He looks damn confused, and the more he fiddles with his PokéGear, the more of him is revealed: the golden flash of a badge, the blur of a beige uniform, something puffy seated on the bed off to his right—
After a few seconds and the sound of an annoyed grunt, said puffy thing starts moving. Then the camera stills, and anyone watching will be treated to the extreme close-up of a Starly's eye.
It’s all downhill from there. The bird starts pecking at the camera’s lens, and when Harry tries to stop it, it goes after his finger. There’s a manly yelp followed by the fluttering of feathers and a loud, annoyed chirp, and the Gear clatters to the floor. The view under the bed is as follows: DUST BUNNIES EVERYWHERE. Way to go, Mom. Ever hear of a vacuum?]
Would you cut that out? Hey!
[This scuffle continues for about two minutes, after which point the Gear is retrieved. Harry’s face comes into view once more, complete with a scratch on his cheekbone that wasn’t there five minutes ago. He looks—to put it mildly—annoyed.]
I have no idea what’s going on, but I’m assuming there’s a camera on this thing for a reason, so if anyone can see this: I would appreciate some kind of explanation. My name is Harry Truman. I'm the sheriff of a town called Twin Peaks, which—as far as I can tell—is a long way from here.
There's a woman downstairs who thinks she's my mother. She really wants me out of here, and believe me, I'd be glad to get a move on, but I don't know where here is.
[He pauses there and sighs. The Starly then hops into view, bouncing into Harry’s lap. Harry oomphs quietly.]
And then there’s the matter of this thing. It won’t leave me alone.
What the hell is all this?
After a few seconds and the sound of an annoyed grunt, said puffy thing starts moving. Then the camera stills, and anyone watching will be treated to the extreme close-up of a Starly's eye.
It’s all downhill from there. The bird starts pecking at the camera’s lens, and when Harry tries to stop it, it goes after his finger. There’s a manly yelp followed by the fluttering of feathers and a loud, annoyed chirp, and the Gear clatters to the floor. The view under the bed is as follows: DUST BUNNIES EVERYWHERE. Way to go, Mom. Ever hear of a vacuum?]
Would you cut that out? Hey!
[This scuffle continues for about two minutes, after which point the Gear is retrieved. Harry’s face comes into view once more, complete with a scratch on his cheekbone that wasn’t there five minutes ago. He looks—to put it mildly—annoyed.]
I have no idea what’s going on, but I’m assuming there’s a camera on this thing for a reason, so if anyone can see this: I would appreciate some kind of explanation. My name is Harry Truman. I'm the sheriff of a town called Twin Peaks, which—as far as I can tell—is a long way from here.
There's a woman downstairs who thinks she's my mother. She really wants me out of here, and believe me, I'd be glad to get a move on, but I don't know where here is.
[He pauses there and sighs. The Starly then hops into view, bouncing into Harry’s lap. Harry oomphs quietly.]
And then there’s the matter of this thing. It won’t leave me alone.
What the hell is all this?
[Video]
I've been here for awhile. Going on three years now, actually.
[... And then she sort of pauses, because reactions she's gotten to that information tend to vary. Some people are comforted by the fact that someone can remain for a long period of time and still seem relatively normal, other people are horrified at the prospect of three years spent in a strange place they hadn't asked to be sent to in the first place.]
... I'm not interested in leaving though, so it's no big.
[Video]
There's no way home. What else are people going to do but stay?]
Does that mean you like it here?
[Video]
[There are times when she'd answer 'yes' to that questions, and others that she'd respond with an emphatic 'NO'.]
... It's got its ups and downs. Like anywhere else.
But it makes home look like crap. So... yeah.
[Video]
[And yes, he's tempted, but he doesn't ask.]
[Video]
I won't go as far to say that this place is perfect because it sure as hell isn't, but, well, it's become home to a lot of us.
... If you're anxious to go back, though, I can at least say that not many people wind up staying here as long as I have.
[Video]
Hmm.]
So—what? They just... go back home? How?
[Video]
Well, no one really knows.
The same way they got here, I guess.
Sometimes people just ... disappear.
Which sounds ominous, I know, and like, I was one of the debbie downers back when we weren't sure where they went who thought they'd DIED, but then sometimes they'd come back and talk about having gone home for awhile.
So... yeah.
It happens.
[Video]
[He guesses that's as good an explanation as any. It's not like he could have come up with a better one, so...]
So I take it this place is just gonna keep getting weirder, huh?
[Mostly joking. Mostly.]
[Video]
Only once you start thinking it can't surprise you anymore.
[Complacency apparently sends out a chemical signal or something that tells Johto it's time to break out the big guns.]
Expect the unexpected.
[Video]
Will do, Heather. I oughta get a move on—but I'll see you around, I'm sure.
[Video]
Gotcha. G'luck, soldier. Make us oldies proud.
[And with that she ends the feed!]