[When Quorra appears on the screen, she's sitting cross-legged on the floor in her living room, surrounded by what at first glance appear to be the picked-apart remains of several dozen shiny green bugs. On closer inspection, they appear to be mechanical in nature, with gold flecks glinting among tiny green microchips ( Read more... )

( Cut for tl;dr: mouse is trying to comfort himself and others with religion. )

*It's late, late, late in the evening, or early morning of the next day depending on how you look at it. He doesn't even care that he's waking everyone up.*

What the.. what the Hell. No seriously. WHAT THE HELL.

I was.. and now....

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?!

*Does he sound pissed off? Because boy is he pissed off.*

I-- P-pardon me.

This... this may... be the least of anyone's worries...

But there was a c-call some days ago... about the days of the week.

Was... Was any consensus reached?

I-I would be most grateful for an answer. Thank you.

Hello?! Helloooooo!

[Serra squints, upside down, at the phone--she's tapping on the screen, unsure of how this device works, and the microphone picks up on it as a dull thnk thnk thnk-noise.]

Lord Hector? Erk? Matthew! Maaaaath--yeeeeeeeeeew! Are you there?! [She wrinkles her nose in distaste and turns the phone. ...Unfortunately, she's only turned ( Read more... )