[ The device turns on as it clatters on a rooftop. Then, relative silence - snow falls on the roof and the device, and you can hear the persistent crashing of waves on the beach a little ways away. And then-- ]

... aaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

[ ... Clef. On a bicycle. Landing upright on the roof. For a second it looks like the bike is just going ( Read more... )

[ The picture just shows a bunch of smallish, hollowed-out, metal balls - things the size of marbles, really - and a pair of delicate little hands handling them and filling them with some sort of thing. Gunpowder, blasting jelly, whatever the hell equivalent Cephiro would have - it's probably obvious what it is. I mean, what else would you be ( Read more... )

I hope it is late enough in the day that everyone has recovered from the effects of too much drink?

....

No?

... Is this too loud? Should I wait until tomorrow?

[ fumbles around with the device for a bit. ]

[ coughcough AHEM. ]In the interests of temperance and public health, the Victrola is closed for the remainder of the month to prevent ( Read more... )

[ The scene is the Victrola, at an odd angle as though the camera is sitting on the bar. An empty wine glass is set in front of the camera, presently, obscuring the view. ]

--Yet, at the same time... [ Clef pauses in his speech, indecisive. Too bad the device caught him mid-sentence. ] It seems that I'd regret giving it up ( Read more... )