[The camera rests on a pair of weather-worn boots. ...Their owner squats in a dimly lit hallway, face a mask of pure irritation. Visuals swirl as he makes his adjustments. He shakes the CommLink once or twice, raising it just above his shoulders ( Read more... )

[Tap Tap Tap. This is someone's finger impatiently tapping against some hard surface. Probably a desk. A minute or so passes, then there's a strained hrrrngh, manly grumble, trademark Big Boss. For someone who keeps others waiting on a regular basis, he has remarkably little patience himself.]Hey, Kaz. Triela. There's something we need to talk ( Read more... )

...There's a lot of things here that I don't know about. Like holidays, and costumes. Though I think there were probably those things where I was before, too. I understand this communication device, at least. Even if it seems very old. All the technology here seems that way though, from what I've seen.

[There's a pause, then a small sound that is ( Read more... )