[Video - backdated to last night] Who you gonna call?
[ooc: Takes place about a week after Festival of Pixels, in IC time.]
[A video feed open, showing Stormer in a dimly-lit, human-scale bedroom; her at the hostel, for those who know it. She's dressed in modest pajamas, sitting with knees drawn toward her chest, clutching her bedsheets with one hand, and rubbing her temple with the other. The audio is quiet, apart from her voice; just a climate control unit making a repetitive whir, and its faint hiss of vented air.]
I- I just- The kitchen- And- I'm totally freaked-out. Couldn't sleep; kept hearing voices! I opened the refrigerator and- I heard this voice!
[A video feed open, showing Stormer in a dimly-lit, human-scale bedroom; her at the hostel, for those who know it. She's dressed in modest pajamas, sitting with knees drawn toward her chest, clutching her bedsheets with one hand, and rubbing her temple with the other. The audio is quiet, apart from her voice; just a climate control unit making a repetitive whir, and its faint hiss of vented air.]
I- I just- The kitchen- And- I'm totally freaked-out. Couldn't sleep; kept hearing voices! I opened the refrigerator and- I heard this voice!