[The PORTAL turns on, and Ned looks relieved, if anything. He's gotten a bit more comfortable with his mask, tilting it up slightly so it rests on the side of his head, making his hair a scruffy mess on one side. He moves the PORTAL back, just a bit, to have it focus on his surroundings a bit more. It reveals the back of his pie shop, and some of ( Read more... )

[When the feed turns on, Ned isn't his usual cheerful self. He's now 39 and sitting on the edge of his bed, elbows resting on each leg and his hands clasped together. His head is partially hung while he stares into his hands, or the floor, for some kind of clue. The ten years had gotten him a bit more lonely than he'd been used to, and everything ( Read more... )

[Ned's sitting at his kitchen counter, eating a bowl of cereal and drinking a cup of coffee when the PORTAL turns on. He definitely looks more relaxed than when he first arrived and he's settled quite nicely considering the circumstances. He times turning on the PORTAL badly, letting it record just as he stuffs a spoonful of cereal into his mouth, ( Read more... )

[The PORTAL turns on to reveal Ned in the Pie Hole, working on a pie with at least five other pies on the same counter waiting to be put in the oven. Unaware of what the PORTAL was other than something like a cellular device, he had set it aside and decided to ignore it for the time being. For now, he is mumbling to himself and sighing repeatedly.

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