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𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢𝚗 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚗 ([personal profile] libraritology) wrote2011-07-14 12:33 am

It Had to Be You, Log 1/??? [Audio]

Hello?

[The audio crackles, buzzes into the correct tuning, and there's the click of a dial. A distinctive, very proper, English voice speaks over the comm unit. At least she's familiar with radio enough to manage this much.]

Is anyone there? This is...my name is Evelyn Carnahan, and this is not Cairo or Hamunaptra.

[A pause.]

I don't know where I am, and I was right in the middle of something very important, and this is exceedingly inconvenient. If someone could-

[Rustling noises.]

-if someone could please tell me what's going on, I need to find my brother, Jonathan, and our guide, Rick, as I was in the midst of an expedition, thank you, I'm in...I think it's a foyer.



...anyone?

[For those interested in seeing Evelyn in person, seeing as the last thing she can remember was falling into a river off of a boat, she's wearing a soaking wet nightgown. This. This will not stand. This is scandalous.]

Action!

[identity profile] libraritology.livejournal.com 2011-07-26 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
You-! You just said you could have eaten my arm!

Action!

[identity profile] libraritology.livejournal.com 2011-07-26 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[What.]

What are you talking about? Why do you keep calling it cherry syrup?

Action!

[identity profile] libraritology.livejournal.com 2011-07-26 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Since the bleeding has stopped, Evelyn lifts the handkerchief to her nose and sniffs.]

...it smells like iron.

Action!

[identity profile] libraritology.livejournal.com 2011-07-29 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Evelyn sniffs again. The narration would like to say that Evelyn smelled delicious candy-apple syrupy goodness, but it still-]

...smells like metal.