[The very large, bright blue eyes of a very young Mssr. Aloysius Pendergast show up on the camera as he turns it on and then backs away slowly. He clears his throat, standing there, a seven-year-old boy with a dark blue vest, open black blazer, crisp white shirt and prim pressed black pants, almost-white-blonde hair brushed back, and put on his ( Read more... )

[He doesn't have his communicator with him, so this will be for action tags only, I'm afraid. (And yes it's been a while GAH ( Read more... )

[Pendergast is sitting in a chair besides a window somewhere on the first floor, and good god does he look tired. He's in a black puffy robe (because if he can't pull anything out of the closet besides robes, goddamnit, he'll at least be slightly comfortable!) and black jammies, if anyone cares to look at his slightly showing ankles. His long, ( Read more... )

[Pendergast's comm is sitting outside, rather enjoying the view of the ocean. It seems to be set up on a rock or some slanted pile, and the frame is simply part sand, part surf, all tranquility ( Read more... )

[He tried so, so hard not to break, bless his little heart ( Read more... )

[When the camera on the comm comes on, it's resting on a stack of books, tilted to show the special agent sitting in a plush chair in the library, leisurely turning the page of a book. His legs are crossed ( Read more... )