flight 01 → video / action for new barkers
[the feed cuts in with a shaky impact with... the ground. on the screen? One furry boot, and a hunched over figure, searching through some stuff in his bag. Looks like someone's prepared for the weather, at least. you can't see his face clearly: he has no idea what the pokégear that he threw on the ground's recording; none of your fancy technology here.]
Oookay.
I guess I'm dead and this is some strange rendition of the afterlife, or I am dreaming. The second option would be nice. I would rather be not-dead, thank you very much.
[there's some shuffling, and then he dumps something on the ground. It's a... Viking bra... hat thing (see icon). Well, whatever it is, he's dumping it on the ground. It's awkwardly sitting there, now, on your screens: laying. In wait.]
Where did this even come from?
So, I'm probably dreaming. I'll wake up... now.
[pause.]
. . . My timing was off there. I actually meant now.
[and now there's just an awkward silence.]
Okay. I guess it was the first option after all. Great. And now I'm talking to myself.
I'll just sit here, then. In thought.
[and that's what he does. Kicking the bra-hat over, he sits down. You can now see his face clearly. His cheek is leaning against his palm, and he's cross-legged on the snow.]
. . . Cold.
Oookay.
I guess I'm dead and this is some strange rendition of the afterlife, or I am dreaming. The second option would be nice. I would rather be not-dead, thank you very much.
[there's some shuffling, and then he dumps something on the ground. It's a... Viking bra... hat thing (see icon). Well, whatever it is, he's dumping it on the ground. It's awkwardly sitting there, now, on your screens: laying. In wait.]
Where did this even come from?
So, I'm probably dreaming. I'll wake up... now.
[pause.]
. . . My timing was off there. I actually meant now.
[and now there's just an awkward silence.]
Okay. I guess it was the first option after all. Great. And now I'm talking to myself.
I'll just sit here, then. In thought.
[and that's what he does. Kicking the bra-hat over, he sits down. You can now see his face clearly. His cheek is leaning against his palm, and he's cross-legged on the snow.]
. . . Cold.