Second sip

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[There's a recorded sigh over the journals, before a rough sketch appears on the page;]



[That done, Maladict clears her throat]

I understand everyone trapped here comes from different worlds, though it must be really powerful magic to do that sort of thing in the first place probably those bloody stupid wizards in that fancy university ballsing things up. Anyway, to that end I'm trying to find those people from my world. Does this mean anything to anyone here?

...I imagine you other people have Star Eagles or Star Whales or something to travel though space on as opposed to a Star Turtle. Though it must be harder for your elephants to stand on those types of Star Creatures. How you all don't slide off is beyond me.

Comments

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[pauses] Like a CD?

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

Like a...what?

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

CD. It's flat and circular and plays music.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

How can a flat thing play music? Is it like a drum?

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

Not really? Data's encoded on there.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[Oh man such an epic pause here. WTF does any of that mean?

Of course, vampires are loath to admit not knowing anything, so...]

A bit like a Clacks message, I imagine.

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[headtilt] What's a Clacks message?

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

It's a message sent on the clacks. The semaphore system. It uses lights and blinders to send messages across to towers scattered through the land.

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

No, we've moved past smoke signals and the like.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

It's not smoke, it's a complex system of lights. Smoke does you no good except getting you found by the enemy.

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

Except it's probably hard to see light signals in the daytime.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

They're very bright lights.