♠ Four of Clubs ♠ {voice to video}
{The voice function turns on and you can hear some fairly loud snoring nearby. There's some movement over the speakers, like someone's hand brushing against it. Then a creak, some rustling and finally something, or someone, crashes down on top of the device and on the floor. Following the loud whump is a groan and a soft hiss.} ow...
{Some more shifting and it appears the video function is now on as you see a half-asleep Ace peering at you. He doesn't seem to notice it's on and just lazily picks himself up to go out through the apartment. Nothing too exciting, some furniture, ace scratching himself, a yawn from the freckled pirate. He later sets the device down on the counter as he goes nosing through the cabinets.
There's a pause after moving some things around in one. His brow furrows and he reaches all the way to the back of it to pull out what looks like a bottle of alcohol. Another reach and the sound of something metal or stone being dragged across the wood. This time it's a set of hand cuffs and a pack of cigarettes. He studies these things, not with confusion but realization.
He turns and leans back against the counter, opening the pack and pulling one out. Zoro and the others may recognize them as Sanji's. The handcuffs are definitely seastone. He sets the cigarette to his lips, pulls out a lighter from the pack and lights the end. He takes a long drag, closing his eyes and drifting a moment, smoking silently. He then lifts the bottle to try and read the label.}
Here's hoping you find All Blue.
{He plucks the cigarette from his lips, exhales the smoke and tips the bottle back against his lips. He sort of rolls the taste around in his mouth, brow furrowing once more. Somehow that felt... familiar. Ah well. Another swig and he capped it. Putting the cigarette back to his lips.}
((OOC: Commentlogs open for anyone in Marshal 114.))
{Some more shifting and it appears the video function is now on as you see a half-asleep Ace peering at you. He doesn't seem to notice it's on and just lazily picks himself up to go out through the apartment. Nothing too exciting, some furniture, ace scratching himself, a yawn from the freckled pirate. He later sets the device down on the counter as he goes nosing through the cabinets.
There's a pause after moving some things around in one. His brow furrows and he reaches all the way to the back of it to pull out what looks like a bottle of alcohol. Another reach and the sound of something metal or stone being dragged across the wood. This time it's a set of hand cuffs and a pack of cigarettes. He studies these things, not with confusion but realization.
He turns and leans back against the counter, opening the pack and pulling one out. Zoro and the others may recognize them as Sanji's. The handcuffs are definitely seastone. He sets the cigarette to his lips, pulls out a lighter from the pack and lights the end. He takes a long drag, closing his eyes and drifting a moment, smoking silently. He then lifts the bottle to try and read the label.}
Here's hoping you find All Blue.
{He plucks the cigarette from his lips, exhales the smoke and tips the bottle back against his lips. He sort of rolls the taste around in his mouth, brow furrowing once more. Somehow that felt... familiar. Ah well. Another swig and he capped it. Putting the cigarette back to his lips.}
((OOC: Commentlogs open for anyone in Marshal 114.))