Huh.

[Ken stands in his living room holding the Dreamberry. He checks it's recording, then sets it on the arm of the couch. He picks up a small hi-bounce ball and throws it overarm against the living-room wall. It bounces off; he catches it in his palm. He repeats the process a couple more times just to be sure, then pockets the ball and picks up ( Read more... )

[The voice feed cuts in, but for a moment there's nothing to hear. Just the sound of rustling leaves and branches, and the whip of wind, and someone cursing softly and indistinctly under their breath as they attempt to grapple with the not-Dreamberry thing.

[Then a voice. Young, male, a little panicked.]Uh, hello? Can anybody hear me ( Read more... )