[the feed shows Elle sitting on the bed in her old suite, despite the fact that she could really be anywhere she wanted right now. Unlike most people this week, she doesn't look happy. She just looks sad, exhausted, and worn out. Her eyes are red]

I don't if all of you have made your wishes yet. I know most of you probably didn't even mean to make ( Read more... )

[the feed shows Elle with her back pressed against the wall of her room, and she looks distressed. Her hair is coming out of her ponytail like she's been running her hands through her hair over and over ( Read more... )

[Elle is standing against the wall in her room, looking worried ( Read more... )

[Elle is sitting on her bed, fiddling with her hair. It's loose, and it's just all over the place, though she's currently combing it with her fingers ( Read more... )

[Elle is wearing a pretty embarrassing blue bikini but that's the least of her worries right now. She wipes some mud from her cheek as she holds the 'berry in hands that she's managed to keep surprisingly clean ( Read more... )

[Alex's 'berry is on for some reason, recording the dark room. Alex looks like he's leaning against the wall, but it's hard to tell, with how dim the light is. The lights come on, and he startles, as though just waking up. He's chained, arms and legs spread wide apart, note taped to the wall in front of him.]

What the...

[He's obviously trying to ( Read more... )

[There's a tired groan from the darkness of the feed, a body rolling over.] Last time I drink again...

[Fumbling hands reach for the 'berry and it flicks on to video, showing a bedraggled Lavi.] Anyone have anything to take care of headaches?

[And then the flash of the camera turns on, Lavi yells in pain and drops the 'berry, cursing.] What the ( Read more... )

[Elle's squinting into her camera in the bright sun, and a powerful sneeze comes out of her as some dust blows in her face. It takes her a moment to regain control of her breathing, and when she does, she's squinting right back at you through the screen again]

There's... an old-timey saloon over there. Please tell me this is some kind of

[Elle is standing with her back against the bedroom door]

Wait, I've been unconscious for a while and I wake up and things are like this? Are those... are those zombie corpses they're dragging away?

[Elle is brandishing a dead bolterfly that she managed to kill with a rock earlier that has been deformed behind recognition now by the drifting ruin that she is now backing away from. The creature-turned-weapon in her hands is a cluster of horrible spikes and she knows that if the creature manages to hit her with any of its projectiles, she could ( Read more... )