[ Sakura and Mika had been in the process of one of those all-important grocery runs when various hijinks caused them to take a slightly off-the-beaten path way home. This may explain why the camera on the portable communicator is recording from an angle almost level with the lake-shore that Sakura is very, very cautiously approaching. She's ( Read more... )

[ Sakura, mask in hand, stands outside the Carnival proper with a frown on her face. ]

This screams of a bad idea, but I can't take being in the apartments much longer. Most things don't seem to be reacting, if the standard "can't see what's operating the machinery" warning does apply.

[ In spite of herself, she feels the pull; that she's ( Read more... )

[ The webcam records empty space in the living area, at first, before the screen jiggles a little with approaching footsteps. Sakura has been out in the rain, and is wearing what once was probably even recognizeable as a raincoat. The most this seems to have done is prevent her from being waterlogged, along with whatever was giving her the ( Read more... )

[ The computer switches on, recording jerky images of dust settling before the frame-rate catches up and the lag disappears. Audio is muffled when someone crosses the field of camera view, visible from roughly the chest down. They're brushing bits of wood and drywall off themselves as audio picks up clearly for the first time. ]

What the hell ( Read more... )