He's back on Derse, wearing those ridiculous cat ears he loathes as he gazes out over a balcony. Something's burning in green fire but he can't see what with all the smoke rising into the air, thick and heavy. Deuce and Droll are playing behind him as he inhales the smoke, fingers drumming against the purple stone.

( A great crackling sound erupts and the castle shakes... )

[If you look closely, you can see that the TV behind Droog has been turned backwards so it's facing the wall. He's sitting in a chair, looking blank and listless as usual.]

Red buttons and a change in the TV programs. How very inventive of the interns. What, was this a last-minute project slammed together to appease the superiors? I'm surprised that ( Read more... )

[As he's slamming his fist he accidentally turns the video on. Droog doesn't look too good. Rather ill, in fact, and there's still a crack or two on his head. He's tired, cranky, and just plain pissed off. He's been bedridden for the past few days and the recent report hasn't exactly made him the happiest camper. He has a hand pressed over his eyes ( Read more... )

[The view is shaky when the berry turns on. A single light illuminates the room, and it casts a sickly glow on Droog's face. But there's something... off about the Dersite. He has on a huge, uncharacteristic grin, his suit is rumpled, tie loosed. Above all, though, he has a ridiculous, sparkly black top hat that's tilted to the side. He giggles and ( Read more... )

It should have been obvious to everyone that those cookies were poisoned. Doesn't anyone have common sense around here? No, of course not, judging by the idiots all over the network.

But enough of that. If anyone has extra leather or fabric I'd like to have it.

[The video turns on to reveal a tall, snazzily-dressed Dersite leaning against the wall, a finger hooked underneath his collar. He speaks calmly, as if he's talking about the weather.]

If that's what the experiments are like, I can't wait to see the rest. But putting that aside, I have a few questions. Namely, what is this "Project Teorainneacha ( Read more... )

[ The faciliberry flickers. There's a lot of cursing and general violence going on, and whoever's on the other end isn't very inclined to talk right now, judging by the blurred fight barely visible on the screen ( Read more... )

[ The faciliberry flickers on, and there's the sound of tapping. Nothing but darkness can be seen, until the communication device is picked up ( Read more... )

[ The video flickers on. A fairly tall Dersite, dressed in a suit and hat (all black except for the white tie) is idly pulling at his newly obtained collar. ]

Well.

This is fan-fucking-tastic. If someone doesn't tell me where the fuck I am and what the fuck is going on, things are going to get broken.

Actually, no. People are going to get broken ( Read more... )