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[A flash of white, a burst of static. The feed comes on at on odd angle, showing an unremarkable City ceiling. The device, knocked off a counter, rolls a little, angling up from the floor to show a boy climbing up onto a chair so he can reach the kitchen cabinets. He knocks over a couple of boxes but manages not to break anything, ( Read more... )

[There's a bit of static and a few beeps as he picks up the device and pushes buttons aimlessly, triggering the audio and eventually the video. What, they didn't have stuff like this in the seventies, okay? All you can see is a sliver of a young, perplexed face, and a backdrop of fuzzy ceiling. After a moment he gets bored trying to figure out ( Read more... )

[He turns on the video accidentally, careless in his distraction. The feed doesn't last long and is difficult to make out, a jumble of apparently unrelated images-- a fragment of his face, lips firmly set in a frown; a flash of a speckled white ceiling, and an incongruous expanse of... colored feathers. And that's it, because he manages to get it ( Read more... )

I've been painting. Actually, I'm pretty pleased with it.


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So I'm guessing the other day was a soap-opera thing, given the bad dialogue I was spouting and the nonsense about weddings and secret relatives and murders and all that crap. The wedding is still off, but only because it was never on in the first place. So, uh, please disregard anything crazy that was said. Deb, I am sorry about all that, but ( Read more... )

DEBRA.

I can't keep silent any longer-- the wedding is off.

|[ooc: Let the soap opera begin. >D]|