[The post clicks on, unceremoniously, when Umi sets it down (along with a few other things, judging from the rustling sound of a bag being dropped down) and accidentally hits a button. The video begins recording, but all you get to see is her back and the shipyard as she walks away from the camera, across the dock, seemingly unaware that it's on at all.
She stops walking when she gets to the Weather Hardy --not that there's anything else of note at the dock anyway-- and looks up at it, leaning back against one of the half-rotted wooden railing pieces.
There's hardly any movement or sound for a long while -- just the wind. Then, as abruptly as it began, the moment ends; she pushes away from the railing and returns to take her things, reaching for the communicator. The video goes dark with a 'click.']
[AUDIO]
[a pause, and a short sigh] ...So. It looks like there are plenty of new people here lately, huh? Boy...it's been a while since the last time I did this.
All right, listen up! If anyone's interested in learning how to defend themselves, or practicing with someone besides creepy weirdo-city monsters, this is for you! My name is Umi, and I'm one of the people in charge of self-defense lessons at the high school gym. We meet every morning between sunrise and early afternoon, so come by whenever you want!
[...] Hey...Hikaru? Let's do something today, just you and me.
((ooc: there is an
OOC SIGN-UP POST (linked right there \o\) for anyone who wants to sign up, whether you talk to umi or not! annnd commentlogs are open here too if anyone wants xDb))