[A. Morning, 1649 Albright Lane]

[Good morning, 1649 Albirght Lane! Guess what? You've got a new not!dad. Maybe you noticed him, first, or maybe you noticed the big yellow bird suddenly tethered in the backyard. Jeffry is calmly sleeping in the backyard, and Edgar can be found wandering around the house, mildly confused.]Huh. How did I end up ( Read more... )

A. [Walking to the garage]

[Something is strange about today, but Edgar can't quite put his finger on it. His drone!wife was acting particularly unusual this morning, and there were certainly some strange messages on the phone lines. So he's walking to work, somewhat befuddled.]

B. [At the garage]

[Edgar's still relatively new on the job, and ( Read more... )

[His voice is muffled at first, as though the journal is off to the side, closed. It doesn’t help that he’s muttering to himself, since there’s no one else around.]

Where am I? Last thing I remember was fighting Kefka, and there was a flash of light... I think we beat him.

[There’s a pause as he looks around, and suddenly the sound can be heard ( Read more... )

[Voice, locked to Returners.]

[When he speaks, his voice is pained, and sharp. He doesn't speak for long.]

Back. Somewhere near a lake. Tired. Teleport would be appreciated.

[Action]

[Sure enough, he's about where he described; near the lake to the east of the settlement. He hasn't really noticed anyone else, but then he's not in much ( Read more... )

[Edgar's out for a walk at the moment, to think about a few things. However, it seems the Malnosso have something else in mind.]

What, you didn't get your fill last time?

[There's sounds of a struggle briefly, and then nothing.]

((OOC: Mallynapping him for my forced hiatus. Terra, feel free to assume they got a chance to talk about Leo and ( Read more... )

I'd like to speak with those who were responsible for the clothes theft that happened earlier this week. Don't worry; you may remain anonymous if you so choose.

Also, am I to take it that everyone has been receiving these letters?

[Filtered to the Returners.]

[This would be text if he had anything to write with, but he arrived back outside the settlement without any possessions - much in the way he first arrived. Instead, he simply does his best to mask the soreness in his voice, but without much success.]I'm back. Just north of the settlement, I think. I should be home ( Read more... )

[It's late, which means Edgar's working away in his workshop. The first thing that is heard on the journal is the door opening, and then Edgar's voice:]

Hm? Who's the-

[What happens next is a fair dose of chaos, as there's the sound of quite a bit of movement - a chair being slid suddenly, papers being shoved aside, and then a click as a weapon ( Read more... )

[Edgar's been shut up in his little workshop area since he found out about Kefka, working non-stop on... something or other. He's trying to set up some kind of defenses for the house, but he's been hitting the work a little hard. Suddenly, there's a loud clang and a sharp intake of breath - something slipped, but he's not stopping to take care of ( Read more... )

[It should be fairly obvious to anyone that hears this that Edgar has other things on his mind. He speaks briefly to the journal.]

I need to contact a man named Sigmund.