God, this thing is so annoying! [There's a frustrated sigh, but she's trying to stay calm.] Can't even take a good look around if it's freaking out like that...

[After a pause there's shuffling of clothing and the creak of the door opening.] There aren't any guards on the wall, right? I'm getting out of here.

[ The only sound, at first, is that of deep, slow breaths. When the voice does come, it's tense and weak. ]Hello. This is Basil Pemberton Padmore. I-I do not mean to impose, but I could use some assistance, if someone is willing to lend me their time. I have sustained some injuries, and need to go to the Clinic for treatment. Unfortunately, one ( Read more... )

[That hacking has started up again. Those of you who attended to the good father know who its coming from, even if there's no one on the screen. It doesn't look like he's inside though. Oh no, the NOC is out and crooked like it fell out at some point or was dropped.

Whatever the case may be, the man in question doesn't appear on screen... Well, yet.

( Read more... )

[Private to Tseng:]

I found them, neither survived.

[/Private]

If I may ask, Who of you comes from which world? I myself come from a planet named Gaia, and honestly there was little to be known about our own moon, much less other planets or people on them themselves.

[The voice is stiff with exhaustion.]I doubt there is much I can do to help anyone harmed by the recent storm, or in that horrific catastrophe at the Madison Apartments. However, even if I suspect there is nothing I c an do, it would be highly inconsiderate not to ask. If any of you are in need of assistance, please respond to this and I will see ( Read more... )

[The screen flickers on to show the small, prone form of a boy laying on a bed. He is curiously dressed - a true sign of his times. In fact, his clothes alone are probably enough to trigger a conversation or two. Yet he doesn't seem to be alert enough to answer any questions in his current state ( Read more... )

My grace, which does flee from time to time, what a nuisance those salmadours. A nasty bunch aren't they? But easy enough to stomp out, like the little cockroaches that scurry these grounds ( Read more... )

[ He's staring into the video feed. Livid and dryly sarcastic, naturally. ]

Apparently the shots weren't enough.. I ended up heaving out a good part of my afterlife all over the outside of my building.

What the hell.. I didn't even get a cool robe, going back into that clinic.. though the jello was the highlight of my life here yet.

[The video feed blurs before focusing in on a small pile of clothing, all of it soaked and torn. A meager pile of scrap fabric is beside it, along with her few sewing needles, and two small spools of thread.

It blurs again before an old, practically antique washer and dryer come into view. There's a box of soap flakes sitting beside it, the flakes ( Read more... )

[There is a clatter, and the screen flickers for a few moments. A flash of an apartment, static, blackness, then more static. Slowly, the static fades back into a normal image. It is the apartment again, and Basil's lower body can be seen as he paces rapidly around the room, gray tail thrashing from side to side.]

Bloody hell!

[Basil moves off ( Read more... )