[Something is very wrong. Emily's not sure what, which bothers her almost as much as the wrongness itself, and the questions consume her thoughts for days as she paces around her house or runs errands in this odd little town.
Why are there cameras inside the houses?
Her scientist's urge--she knows she's a scientist, but she doesn't know how she knows that, either--is to find answers, but she just doesn't have enough data, and "something's wrong" does not count as a testable hypothesis, so she needs more information. That's why she's now ringing a neighbor's doorbell with a plastic-wrapped plate of chocolate chip cookies. It had only taken her three batches to get the hang of the primitive kitchen and--wait, why "primitive?"
The question can wait, and she plasters on a smile over her confusion as the door swings open. She's really good at smiles.]
Hi! I'm Emily from down the street! I was trying out a new recipe and there's no way I can eat all these cookies by myself, so I thought I'd swing by and say hello!
[That's only half a lie. She's certainly never heard of a Tollhouse cookie before, but she could absolutely eat them all by herself.]
b - Into the Woods
[Emily likes to think of herself as an amiable sort, but kidnapping and attempted brainwashing are really testing her her composure, which is why, when she hears the scream--she knows what a person screaming in pain sounds like, thank you very much--she immediately...turns around and goes home. It's where she keeps her gear, after all. While it's certainly nice not to have to run around in head-to-toe armor, if she's heading into a possible fight, capris and loafers aren't going to cut it. She changes into her distinctive white and purple armor and jogs off into the forest, disregarding the stares from people who can't quite manage to pretend that's normal.
When she draws in sight of the fence Emily slows down, and stops dead when the draining effect becomes noticeable. After a moment of consideration, she scuffs her toe through the leaf litter, leaving a line in the metaphorical sand, and starts walking forward again. After advancing about a hundred feet, she turns back and retraces her steps to the mark she made, then takes a sharp left to proceed parallel to the fence for a few hundred feet. Then she repeats the entire procedure at different distances, testing the limits of whatever strange security surrounds the town, never quite getting close enough to be incapacitated. Eventually, she draws back to a safe distance, planting her hands on her hips while she looks at the wall through the strange purple visor of her armor.]
Well, now, that's more like what I was expecting!
[No one should really sound so pleased about this sort of discovery. She clears her throat and her voice takes on a more official tone, though it's still very...perky.]
Audio recording, Dr. Emily Grey, number--oh, heck, let's just start from the beginning again! Audio recording number 1! I am at the edge of town and I had nice hike through the woods to get here. I saw two squirrels chasing each other and it was cute! No sign of whatever caused the disturbance I overheard, but the town is borderd by a medium-security [what the hell kind of security is she used to?] fence protected by some sort of effect that drains electronics and causes extreme fatigue, becoming noticeable at slightly less than half a kilometer from the fence itself. Also, I'm out of milk and should pick some up on my way back. End log.
Emily Grey | Red vs. Blue
[Something is very wrong. Emily's not sure what, which bothers her almost as much as the wrongness itself, and the questions consume her thoughts for days as she paces around her house or runs errands in this odd little town.
Why are there cameras inside the houses?
Her scientist's urge--she knows she's a scientist, but she doesn't know how she knows that, either--is to find answers, but she just doesn't have enough data, and "something's wrong" does not count as a testable hypothesis, so she needs more information. That's why she's now ringing a neighbor's doorbell with a plastic-wrapped plate of chocolate chip cookies. It had only taken her three batches to get the hang of the primitive kitchen and--wait, why "primitive?"
The question can wait, and she plasters on a smile over her confusion as the door swings open. She's really good at smiles.]
Hi! I'm Emily from down the street! I was trying out a new recipe and there's no way I can eat all these cookies by myself, so I thought I'd swing by and say hello!
[That's only half a lie. She's certainly never heard of a Tollhouse cookie before, but she could absolutely eat them all by herself.]
b - Into the Woods
[Emily likes to think of herself as an amiable sort, but kidnapping and attempted brainwashing are really testing her her composure, which is why, when she hears the scream--she knows what a person screaming in pain sounds like, thank you very much--she immediately...turns around and goes home. It's where she keeps her gear, after all. While it's certainly nice not to have to run around in head-to-toe armor, if she's heading into a possible fight, capris and loafers aren't going to cut it. She changes into her distinctive white and purple armor and jogs off into the forest, disregarding the stares from people who can't quite manage to pretend that's normal.
When she draws in sight of the fence Emily slows down, and stops dead when the draining effect becomes noticeable. After a moment of consideration, she scuffs her toe through the leaf litter, leaving a line in the metaphorical sand, and starts walking forward again. After advancing about a hundred feet, she turns back and retraces her steps to the mark she made, then takes a sharp left to proceed parallel to the fence for a few hundred feet. Then she repeats the entire procedure at different distances, testing the limits of whatever strange security surrounds the town, never quite getting close enough to be incapacitated. Eventually, she draws back to a safe distance, planting her hands on her hips while she looks at the wall through the strange purple visor of her armor.]
Well, now, that's more like what I was expecting!
[No one should really sound so pleased about this sort of discovery. She clears her throat and her voice takes on a more official tone, though it's still very...perky.]
Audio recording, Dr. Emily Grey, number--oh, heck, let's just start from the beginning again! Audio recording number 1! I am at the edge of town and I had nice hike through the woods to get here. I saw two squirrels chasing each other and it was cute! No sign of whatever caused the disturbance I overheard, but the town is borderd by a medium-security [what the hell kind of security is she used to?] fence protected by some sort of effect that drains electronics and causes extreme fatigue, becoming noticeable at slightly less than half a kilometer from the fence itself. Also, I'm out of milk and should pick some up on my way back. End log.