VOICE ‡ VIDEO [DUO I]
[the line transmission crackles a connection to what sounds like something rubbing against the speaker (some type of cloth, maybe?) before the rustle stops, going deep and muted as it's covered by yet another object, dense in mass. And then it's uncovered again, a muffled grumble of words heard before the voice gets clear. The owner sounds groggy and unimpressed…and not talking into the communicator directly:]
Eh, this isn't yours, is it, Rima?
[Another voice a moment later from what sounds like across the room.] No it's not mine. There's one over here too, though.
[Rustling of more cloth now, probably a blanket or sheets judging from how out of it he sounds.] What? Really?
[His voice doesn't get distant as he move, so it's easy enough to assume he took it with him (most likely across the room). A bit more quietly, to himself but allowing his partner to hear:] It's not like mother to randomly leave things around…
Look out the window. I doubt your mother had anything to do with that, and I've never seen something like this before. [Her voice by contrast sounds closer.]
[Silence.] That's… not cool at all.
[And he's silent again, before the voice feed flickers out and reestablishes a video connection, a teenage boy with a mess of dark red hair staring ice blue eyes rather dumbfounded at the screen, not having expected that. Looks off screen to the other person in the room] Think it was supposed to do this?
[She moves into view and stops when she's standing slightly behind him, her hair down for once as she glances at the device.] I have no idea.
[Looking back at the device, he's at least coherent enough to assume it's some kind of transmitter. He actually debates just turning it off and going back to bed, but he knows this whole thing (if it's not some weird dream) will come back and bug them later. (It always does.)]
Who's receiving this? Anyone?
Eh, this isn't yours, is it, Rima?
[Another voice a moment later from what sounds like across the room.] No it's not mine. There's one over here too, though.
[Rustling of more cloth now, probably a blanket or sheets judging from how out of it he sounds.] What? Really?
[His voice doesn't get distant as he move, so it's easy enough to assume he took it with him (most likely across the room). A bit more quietly, to himself but allowing his partner to hear:] It's not like mother to randomly leave things around…
Look out the window. I doubt your mother had anything to do with that, and I've never seen something like this before. [Her voice by contrast sounds closer.]
[Silence.] That's… not cool at all.
[And he's silent again, before the voice feed flickers out and reestablishes a video connection, a teenage boy with a mess of dark red hair staring ice blue eyes rather dumbfounded at the screen, not having expected that. Looks off screen to the other person in the room] Think it was supposed to do this?
[She moves into view and stops when she's standing slightly behind him, her hair down for once as she glances at the device.] I have no idea.
[Looking back at the device, he's at least coherent enough to assume it's some kind of transmitter. He actually debates just turning it off and going back to bed, but he knows this whole thing (if it's not some weird dream) will come back and bug them later. (It always does.)]
Who's receiving this? Anyone?