[Cid's smoking, having collected a nice little stash of packs that he's stuffed into a backpack. Currently, though, he's in a rather dimly lit store, rifling through a number of gadgets and gizoms. Behind him are some smoldering remains of robots.]

Ah hell, damn batteries dead. Mm, eh? What's that...

[He's clearly talking to himself as he tosses ( Read more... )

[Cid's feeling better these days, though he has mixed reservations about the recent termination list. Nanaki was there...and Sephiroth. A blessing and a curse. Heh. Barret, Nanaki, and Cloud. The question of 'who is going to be next' is gonna float around his mind for a while, now. Enough so that he sits down an pulls out a cigarette to light as he ( Read more... )

[Sweat is beaded up on his forehead, and he looks pale. Hell, his eyes are rimmed red, and his nose might have even been a bit running. For a man that usually looks lively, Cid looks more like a man on his death bed at the moment. He winces as he moves, holding up his Faciliberry to show a doll with blonde hair, and bandages wrapped about his neck ( Read more... )

[There's a Rolo doll on the feed. It's being held on either side up by its tiny hands, but the person holding it isn't visible, since she's sitting behind the camera and leaning over it. The voice is pretty recognizable, though, even if she's trying to talk in what can only be some sort of 'doll voice'.]

Hello everyone! [The doll makes a waving ( Read more... )

[The faciliberry crashes down as it flickers on. The room is bright, though a number of papers and objects come crashing down around it. In the is the distinct sound of a person in pain, puking in the background, the screen unfocused. After a moment, there is movement ( Read more... )

Now that its been established that everyone is off their goddamn fucking rockers, and thinking they are some flippity-floppity version of who they are goddamn supposed to be, just what the hell is going on?

[Hey, he's been here for a bit, but there are still a lot of holes. Mostly ones he stubbornly refuses to accept as legitimate. And damn. ( Read more... )

[The feed cuts in to Cid peering into his pack of cigarettes longingly. Damnit. It looks like he's out, which means people might want to start hitting the decks.]God-fuckin-damnit. Where the fuckin' hell did all my goddamn cigarettes go? What the fuckin'...ALL I WANT IS A GODDAMN-FUCKIN-CIGARETTE! Fuckin' pieces of steaming Chocobo shit! This place ( Read more... )

[Cid's floating in the belly of a rocket, little plushies of the whole gang floating around him. The man is actually holding a Cloud doll in his hand, seeming to have a bit of a heart to heart.]I just don't fuckin' get it. All this loopy time shits just not gonna work. Yuffie's from...hell, the way she tells it, she's just met me. Known the damn ( Read more... )

[The sprinklers are going off in suite 28, and Cid's coughing. Hell, he even looks a bit singed to match the smoldering remains of suite 28's common room, smoke still drifting out of the door.]

Ah fuck, this ain't my goddamned fault, 'fore anyone gets damned lippy.

It ain't my fault that son of a bitch is off his goddamned rocker!

[Oh yeah. He's ( Read more... )

[Cid's been keeping his eyes on Vincent, and together they've gone looking for Cloud...sort of. He's gotten himself distracted by a tailor shop, instead. Hell, Cid's even lost Vincent somewhere...which is not a good thing, but he figures he can find the man in a few minutes. He just wants to look at some things ( Read more... )