Caaaaaaain.

Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaain.

I really, r-reallyyyyyy wanna pony. A pony I can ride aaaaaaaaall over the Sh-- Ceeh-- the City to show off an' ride an' race 'ith. Bu' I dun wanna ride shtupid-- stupid side saddle onnit. I kin ride a pony just like...just like any. Other. Man. Shtupid men and shtupid boys. I kin spread my legs and ride a ( Read more... )

[The video turns on to find Merry trying to tug on rain boots. She already has a slicker on, and a water proof cap is sitting beside her on the bed, ready to be put on as well.]England has bad weather all the time, so it's not like we aren't used to rain. But the City isn't like any place in any world, so I'm worried about the storm that's coming ( Read more... )

[The camera catches a lovely blonde woman starting to stir in bed, her stretching arms having jarred the communicator and caused it to start recording. This is Merry Weather, aged up to twenty years old. She sits up and blinks blearily around her, confused at the girlish room she is in before realizing that she isn't at home anymore. Merry presses ( Read more... )

[When the video comes on, everyone can see that Merry is cocooned in multiple blankets and pillows, looking generally better than she did in her last post. She waves a little into the camera, smiling a tiny smile.]Hello everyone. I'm mostly better now, thanks to Riff. I'm still a little bit confused about what happened...but I'm glad it's over. I'm ( Read more... )

--pid piece of junk.

[The device clatters on-- a dirty and scraped up but dainty foot seems to have been the one to kick it to the side. The video manages to record Merry, her pale face smudged with dust. An uncharacteristically derisive scowl is set on her face.]I don't know why they want us to keep these things. Haven't they learned before that ( Read more... )

[When the video turns on, everyone will notice that Merry isn't quite herself-- in fact, she's shrunken and most decidedly not made up of skin and blood anymore. Instead, her hair is yarn, her skin is cloth, her eyes are abnormally big and blank and unblinking, and the indifferent little line that's supposed to be her mouth isn't curving up into ( Read more... )

[Hands fumble with the communicator until Merry's face appears. Her cheeks are rosy pink, her hair askew, her lips chapped and dry, and her body bundled up until she resembles a little snowball herself, but she has a bright smile on her face.]It's a shame there's so much snow and hardly anyone is going out into it. It's not so bad, not like two ( Read more... )