[Jon looks down at his own wrist, then jerks his arm away from himself when he sees it. Not that he can... take off his arm.]
Christ! What in the- There are numbers on our wrists like a digital timer. Counting down from four hours. I'll try to check if it's...
[There's a quiet hiss of static on the tape recorder as Jon focuses on his wrist.]
No. That... that's definitely there. Ah, maybe the locals will know something about it? Come on.
[He can see at least a few people walking along the pavement nearby. While this is all troubling, he doesn't want to immediately retreat. He mutters into his tape recorder again.] The native people here seem to be absolute albinos. Or... what's the opposite of an albino? Melanin... melanistic, isn't it?
Note: Double-check terminology.
[He raises his voice and hand to gain the attention of two albino women who seem startled looking at the pair.]
Excuse me! I beg your pardon. Do you have a moment?
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Date: 2019-09-02 12:59 am (UTC)Christ! What in the- There are numbers on our wrists like a digital timer. Counting down from four hours. I'll try to check if it's...
[There's a quiet hiss of static on the tape recorder as Jon focuses on his wrist.]
No. That... that's definitely there. Ah, maybe the locals will know something about it? Come on.
[He can see at least a few people walking along the pavement nearby. While this is all troubling, he doesn't want to immediately retreat. He mutters into his tape recorder again.] The native people here seem to be absolute albinos. Or... what's the opposite of an albino? Melanin... melanistic, isn't it?
Note: Double-check terminology.
[He raises his voice and hand to gain the attention of two albino women who seem startled looking at the pair.]
Excuse me! I beg your pardon. Do you have a moment?