[You like metaphors Thor?]

[Blackness as far as the eye can see except for a small indistinct light. The ground was paved with old cobbled bricks, wearing away with time with no distinct pattern. And Echo was sitting there, wearing a dress far from her usual uniform, a leg iron clasped around her right ankle. Above, several stuffed dolls could be ( Read more... )

[Of course the video’s accidental. Why wouldn’t it be?]

[The Guide gets knocked on as Echo is cleaning up a bit. Nowhere near as obsessive as last time, so no need to worry there. It’s more ‘I’m looking for something’ cleaning. Or does that ever constitute cleaning? Several little blue hardbound books begin amassing in a pile quickly. These are her ( Read more... )

Perhaps Echo should choose a job with less...prose errors that require correcting next month.

[Yeah...an editing job should not need this many corrections in one stanza. Echo never ran through so many red pens before.]

[Keeping busy is usually a good way to not think about things that are bothering you. Echo was taking hints from this method, the Guide flipping on to show the girl cleaning. She didn't notice, or maybe she didn't care too terribly much. Her room was coming to almost a polish shine, and the audio for the most part was completely silent. A slight ( Read more... )

[A small assortment of ingredients could be seen nicely ordered on the counter. The usual stuff: cinnamon, chocolate bars, bits of candy cane, whole milk, and heavy cream. Yeah, it doesn't take much to figure out what Echo's doing with that ladel and steaming pot. From the looks of it, making hot fudge.]

[That's not quite right.]

It's too thick. ( Read more... )

...Perhaps Echo should have waited until the situation settled before the need for groceries.

[No, you're not getting an image of the kind of horrors that occur in the wrong aisle during a Nannerpuss infestation. We must protect the eyes of the children.]

Echo could at least help in cleaning up this mess...

[The first thing seen is the Guide along with the stack of books it was resting on fall against the floor in a neat little mess of a pile. The shot is static for a few moments, but overhead can be heard some movement accompanied with the sound of light gasping. Finally Echo entered the shot, kneeling down to the pile pretty slowly, even using the ( Read more... )

[Little Blue Riding Hood was busy at her chores, picking flowers to take to her grandmother.]

[...Grandmother? No, that was not right. Then why....]

[She shakes away the thought. That creature said she should gather flowers to take to grandmother's.]

[A black shadow could be seen lurking in the distance, blood red eyes focused on its prey. The girl ( Read more... )

[The Guide clicks on and- what? No video this time? Well that's too bad. Right towards the end of the session too.]

( cut to save clutter )

[Another tray of food was left untouched by the door.]

[In fact there was little to no indication that Echo even moved from that spot once in days. Only when it was mandated by the guards, which was always at least once a day. They were getting rather tired of having to force feed her. They were getting tired of her altogether. Echo could hear the ( Read more... )