[video]
[When Shelke turns on the phone she is sitting on the front porch of the Strife Household in Luca, on the steps, her eyes focused away from the screen, on the city itself. There is a book in her lap, with a red kitten sleeping on it.]
I tested this yesterday. Today I am testing it again.
[She turns the phone around, pointing in towards the street in front of the house, where a few people can be seen walking by.]
A hippo is going to come up the street and turn into the shop.
[She says this a moment before a hippo woman turns the corner and begins walking up the street. After ten seconds or so, she turns into the shop.]
A moogle with a heavy basket. He's going to drop a package and return to collect it later.
[And, perhaps twenty seconds later, a moogle flutters into view with a heavy picnic basket held in his paws. He is going pretty fast, and doesn't notice when a package wrapped in brown paper falls out of his package and settles in the shadow of a nearby tree.]
Two men arguing about shipping manifests.
[And a minute later, two Gaian natives in merchants clothes come around the same corner the Hippo used, and they are indeed shouting at each other, their voices heated. As they pass, the moogle from before flutters back into the frame and scoops up his lost box before fluttering away again.]
[Shelke turns the camera back to herself.]
Judging from what others are experiencing, this is happening everywhere. We appear to be...stuck.
I tested this yesterday. Today I am testing it again.
[She turns the phone around, pointing in towards the street in front of the house, where a few people can be seen walking by.]
A hippo is going to come up the street and turn into the shop.
[She says this a moment before a hippo woman turns the corner and begins walking up the street. After ten seconds or so, she turns into the shop.]
A moogle with a heavy basket. He's going to drop a package and return to collect it later.
[And, perhaps twenty seconds later, a moogle flutters into view with a heavy picnic basket held in his paws. He is going pretty fast, and doesn't notice when a package wrapped in brown paper falls out of his package and settles in the shadow of a nearby tree.]
Two men arguing about shipping manifests.
[And a minute later, two Gaian natives in merchants clothes come around the same corner the Hippo used, and they are indeed shouting at each other, their voices heated. As they pass, the moogle from before flutters back into the frame and scoops up his lost box before fluttering away again.]
[Shelke turns the camera back to herself.]
Judging from what others are experiencing, this is happening everywhere. We appear to be...stuck.