Logbook ┴┴┬ (18)
[Accidental Video, backdated to earlier in the morning]
[The communicator is set on something moving rhythmically up and down, as the view of the ceiling and the top of a couch is advancing and receding slightly as the communicator shifts. Someone is breathing deeply nearby; from the sound of it, it seems like they're asleep. A sleepy mumble and the sound of squirming fluids; a lock of long brown hair falls across the communicator. Then, interrupting the peace:
BZZZZZT.
The communicator is abruptly thrown to the floor, now showing a view of a very cross-looking Iji sitting straight up on the couch, letting loose a string of mild swears. She reaches down, glaring at the communicator, and turns it off.]
[The communicator is set on something moving rhythmically up and down, as the view of the ceiling and the top of a couch is advancing and receding slightly as the communicator shifts. Someone is breathing deeply nearby; from the sound of it, it seems like they're asleep. A sleepy mumble and the sound of squirming fluids; a lock of long brown hair falls across the communicator. Then, interrupting the peace:
BZZZZZT.
The communicator is abruptly thrown to the floor, now showing a view of a very cross-looking Iji sitting straight up on the couch, letting loose a string of mild swears. She reaches down, glaring at the communicator, and turns it off.]