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[The communicator pans up to show Fortuna's moons over the lake, nearly full, the horizon indistinct, but some stars are pixellated in, and the moonlight shimmers over the water. It's a nice view from someone's opened window.]
It's a nicer night at least. Getting warmer, soon we'll be baking in these stuffy buildings all over again.
[The communicator's leaned up on the windowsill, facing inward and although the dim light only shows blurred dark shapes, these look like fingertips held up close to the camera lens]
Hey look, see? My hands are almost like yours now, Yorda.
[His hands pull away, and he flops back onto his mattress arms behind his head on the pillow, level with the sill. You can just about see the whites of his eyes in the bad light.]
But...now that they're all in those bigger pots I found, I'm...gonna get back on training at the gym mornings now...I'll still help you on my breaks through, okay?
So! Sora's back, surprise surprise. You scientists really can't ever make up your minds, can you?
And would anybody mind telling me what happened with Beat today? I came back from supplies to hear what was that? Who's jumping my housemates now in the street, and who do I have a bone to pick with? You'll be soon sorry, zetta-boy, you didn't wanna start up something like this with my friends.
...That is, unless the police are taking their 'assault and battery' seriously this week or not. Who knows? Tch, so when's the trial for this jerk who killed Kadaj gonna be, anyway?
And Namine, tell me private later when you're getting your- We'd better start planning for how to figure that best so its safe for you and...well everyone.
[And greenhouse-dirt-caked-under-the-butterfingers here reaches over the casually turn the thing off...and the communicator falls over and tips out the window, taking a story fall and landing with a fainst shoomph in the lakeside sand bed, face up and remaining recording. Prydain fumbles himself halway out the window to squint down and look for it in the darkness, the red light catching his eye quick. His voice echoes a little over the open air]
Tch-OW! [That was head meeting the top of the window frame] ...Well that was dumb of me! Ignore that!
[He dissapears back inside, and the recording eventually times out]
It's a nicer night at least. Getting warmer, soon we'll be baking in these stuffy buildings all over again.
[The communicator's leaned up on the windowsill, facing inward and although the dim light only shows blurred dark shapes, these look like fingertips held up close to the camera lens]
Hey look, see? My hands are almost like yours now, Yorda.
[His hands pull away, and he flops back onto his mattress arms behind his head on the pillow, level with the sill. You can just about see the whites of his eyes in the bad light.]
But...now that they're all in those bigger pots I found, I'm...gonna get back on training at the gym mornings now...I'll still help you on my breaks through, okay?
So! Sora's back, surprise surprise. You scientists really can't ever make up your minds, can you?
And would anybody mind telling me what happened with Beat today? I came back from supplies to hear what was that? Who's jumping my housemates now in the street, and who do I have a bone to pick with? You'll be soon sorry, zetta-boy, you didn't wanna start up something like this with my friends.
...That is, unless the police are taking their 'assault and battery' seriously this week or not. Who knows? Tch, so when's the trial for this jerk who killed Kadaj gonna be, anyway?
And Namine, tell me private later when you're getting your- We'd better start planning for how to figure that best so its safe for you and...well everyone.
[And greenhouse-dirt-caked-under-the-butterfingers here reaches over the casually turn the thing off...and the communicator falls over and tips out the window, taking a story fall and landing with a fainst shoomph in the lakeside sand bed, face up and remaining recording. Prydain fumbles himself halway out the window to squint down and look for it in the darkness, the red light catching his eye quick. His voice echoes a little over the open air]
Tch-OW! [That was head meeting the top of the window frame] ...Well that was dumb of me! Ignore that!
[He dissapears back inside, and the recording eventually times out]