Yu!

[The video feed clicks on in a rush to show Alma with a rather determined look on his face. He's sitting on a small patch of concrete near the garden, a leather-bound notebook (fairly similar to one used by a certain inspector, in fact) open in his lap.]

I forgot to ask... Do you know when my birthday is?

[So has anyone been keeping an eye on the little garden on the sunny side of the apartment building? It's actually... progressing, and quite a bit as of late. Some colorful flowers are scattered about along with... peas? Yes, those look like pea pods, and maybe a row of carrots. Know what to look for and you might even spot a small patch of what ( Read more... )

[Alma looks a little worse for the wear after so long in the fog. Not really in bad shape physically, but the bitty is tired. Kinda dirty and pretty ruffled-looking too, but mostly tired.]

Is everybody okay?

[He shifts a little nervously, rustling some papers together off-screen.]

R-Rhode? I drew your pictures...

[Because experience tells him that ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks on accidentally as a small hand brushes by, the PDA tipped sideways in a tuft of tough, wet grass by what looks to be the edge of the apartment building. Alma is very close, only the lower portion of his body visible as he kneels in in the dirt, both arms stretched out in front of him as he prods at a pile of mud.

He continues his ( Read more... )

[Alma's frowning a bit as he fumbles the feed on, still somewhat subdued after the events of last week. He's also a little annoyed with a certain someone for being a HUGE JERKFACE... but he's not going to let that keep him from carrying on with his very excellent plan! Have a quick smile, Nesreca.]

Allen? Mister Link? Is it warm enough to plant ( Read more... )