[Iceland's sitting on his couch in the living room, not quite aware he left the SFC on. It's easy to see the place is a bit bare, but in true Nordic style; it was rather empty, though that was due to just not having very many belongings here, and what little furniture there was looked like it must have all come from IKEA. Somehow. One really could ( Read more... )

[Iceland sounds worried, as well as confused.]

Is everyone okay...? [The shaking, and the laughing darkness was creepier than Iceland wanted to admit] And this mist isn't 'cause that hole in the barrier is leaking, is it?

[He's only asking because he's holing up in his house until the ship leaves or he runs out of food, whichever comes first.]

[Iceland is in some room in some house. Perhaps the mansion, perhaps a hotel room.

He screeched when he saw and heard the ghost, and so when the SCF dropped and hit the floor, the second half of his shout could be heard, and a close-up of the wood floor could be seen. Iceland's shadow was vaguely visible on the floor in the dim light.]

"Wh..What? ( Read more... )

[Iceland is looking rather perplexed, tired, lost, and a tiny bit scared. His hair's dissheveled and he's sitting on a bench, staring at the SFC.]

Erm.. I'm not sure what this does, but hello. I don't know what this is or what it does... it works a bit like a cell phone right? [pauses a minute and sighs] I don't understand this at all, can anyone ( Read more... )

Hi, it's Iceland, you've reached the voice mail on this... well, whatever this thing is. Please leave a message or try back in a bit, and I'll do my best to get back to you. Thanks.

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