Jun 23, 2011 19:15
[The screen is sideways, and Jim is only half in the frame. He's wringing out his gold shirt, though most of his new living area looks thoroughly soaked. There's the sound of dripping water -- Looks like the Captain has a leak in his roof.
He tosses the shirt on a dry patch of floor to air out, and leans against a window frame to peer out at the storm. He'd lean out the window for a better look, but he already resembles a drowned rat.]
This is why I hate summer. [ He shakes his head and straightens up.]
Dammit, where are all of you? [He mutters. He's been missing his crew more and more as the days go by, and he's starting to worry about when he'll get back to his ship.]
[He walks back over to his shirt, shaking it out and pulling it back on. It's a little less wet than it was before, which is good enough, for now. He walks across the room to go get something, accidentally kicking the PCD along the way. The feed clicks off.]
fuck midwestern weather,
video post,
where my bitches at,
ugh so wet