[ See, Garrot starts to take a few steps towards that nearby obelisk, but then it starts rising, and even if he wanted to try and hop on, he's got his phone in one hand and if he dropped it then he wouldn't have it and he's trying to document the island and- ]

Uhhh... no dice, it's gone. [ Garrot does sound absolutely dejected at least. Magical space-time gardening is so much less interesting than weird flying rock-things. So he comes back to Olivia, squats down on the other side of this crack in the ground, and- ] The fuck is that...?

[ He's talking about that glowing blue rooty-thing, Olivia, and uh. Garrot's decided he's helping, reaching in his right hand, claws and all, to try and scoop more dirt out. ] This is crazy- do you think if we dig here in the future, we'll find this stuff? [ His other hand, of course, is holding his phone, because he won't know his recordings are corrupted garbage until it's too late. Garrot's digging hand, though, is intentionally sort of dodging around Olivia's, so they don't have any awkward physical contact.

Who knows how the fuck magic rooty-things will react to that? This isn't even normal electricity! ]