[Cohen, from the chest up, takes up most of the frame. He's covered in flecks of drying plaster, and stained with something brownish-red and something else that's sickly orange-yellow. What looks like slimy candle wax has left a sheen on his shoulder, hands and sleeves. It's cooled fat.

He's wearing a black and gold rabbit mask. Behind it, his ( Read more... )

[The wall communicator flickers on by itself, as they do sometimes. It reveals someone new: a middle-aged, moustachioed man whose face is caked in stage makeup, and whose suit is torn and scorched in places ( Read more... )