[Bertie's sitting at a makeshift desk in his teepee, writing what looks like a letter. He's acquired a bottle and a cork from somewhere, which sit ready to one side. There are already a few crumpled-up attempts littering the floor around him, and he shortly crosses out several lines in the current version and balls it up as well. He takes a new ( Read more... )

[On top of, under, and around Bertie's desk, an odd structure has taken shape. Pencils are stuck into erasers and arranged in delicate bridge frames, with buttresses of printer cartridges and soaring turrets of coffee stir-sticks, here and there dotted with sticky notes, memo forms, and whatnot folded into interesting shapes and attached with ( Read more... )

[Video feed cuts in on the interior (such as it is) of a jury-rigged lean-to somewhere around the foot of the mountains. There's just enough space for someone to practice a kenjutsu kata, which is exactly what Bertie is doing. He's managed to find a pair of hakama somewhere, albeit green and pinstriped, and has tied his growing-out hair out of his ( Read more... )

[It's the middle of the night, but there's enough light from the moon and stars to see the debris washing up with the high tide. The tangled mass of canvas sprawled on the sand is fading from blue to a natural washed-out color, as are the broken bits of wood coming in with the waves. The next wave deposits an incredibly battered straw hat, and the ( Read more... )

[Bertie is standing dramatically at the bow of a ship, one foot braced against a lower rail, looking out to sea through a polished bronze spyglass. He is resplendent in a gold-embroidered coat, under which a yellow brocade waistcoat and a fine ruffly shirt can be seen, tall leather boots, a green sash tied at his waist and a truly spectacular hat. ( Read more... )