[The video feed gets switched on after a couple of moments of experimental fiddling and 'I have no idea what this is but whatever' fumbling.  Dave's face comes into view, unreadable in many ways due to the shades that conceal his eyes.  He's almost literally 'pale as a sheet', just like his hair.  It isn't clear if that's normal for him.  He doesn't realize that he's being recorded for a couple of seconds, but when he does, his mouth twitches, and he immediately covers the viewport of the PCD - the video goes black for a while before it cuts off.]

[He eventually figures out how to get this thing to text, and to change the font color and style.]

just sending out a missive into these uncharted waters of cyberspace
just in case there might be any other sources of brain waves wandering around
hopefully ones that speak english

if anyone could offer up an explanation of what the hell this place is
thatd be cool
a description maybe
or a plot synopsis
with all the spoilers thatd be awesome thanks

[Pretty straightforward and to the point. He definitely doesn’t want to give any potential eldritch abominations drifting around in this screwed up timespace any idea of how out of sorts he is. Doesn’t need to invite any more trouble.]

[just putting this here for now until later]

Feedback is the golden nectar of any fail-flower.  I'm always looking to improve.  : )

and, I guess plotting would go here too?  If you'd like.  That'd be cool~.

{I realize I was supposed to put this here before I posted my first entry - (>_>);;  Sorry about that!}

Uhm, so text.  if youd really rather not have to deal with daves typing quirks please comment here so i dont bombard you with candy red courier text.

and, profanity.  I guess I'd like to know whether you'd mind?  (Dave is pretty liberal with those f-bombs and, well, pretty much all the brands of cussing known to mankind.)

...and any other things that require permission?  (herp derp)

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