[202 had intended for this to be a nice, helpful video. Having spent a day going through her sundry books and papers and sorting them into nice, coordinated stacks, the plan had been to ask other people for help with a little pet project of sorts, with a worthwhile return on offer for their trouble. Productive. Organized. Efficient.
You know. Nice ( Read more... )

[202 doesn't waste any time on pleasantries when her video feed clicks on, and with as liberally-coated as she is with what is obviously blood it's not hard to guess why. Her tone is measured, tight with control without which she'd clearly be on the verge of hysterics.]

I... I need a healer. Please. Anybody who can help. I've found Va... ( Read more... )

[The video feed is blurry at first, as the watch and the person holding it are both very obviously in motion. Anybody who knows the layout of the library might recognize that as being the location on display as 202 paces for a few moments more in front of one of the battered old armchairs that can be found therein. Finally she comes to a halt and ( Read more... )

[It's been a long, hungry, violent week for 02, and fairly sleepless-- She's spent most of her time since being returned to her home either asleep or in the kitchen. Periodically, both. Now that she's back in fighting form, though, she's all business once again ( Read more... )

[Waking up in Ruby City is always one of two things; Miraculous(for the sake of actually surviving the night), or terrifying(because things have changed, yet again.). Today, apparently, it is a case of the latter.

Sitting up from a bed of leaves upon which she most certainly does not remember lying down when she went to sleep, 202 glances around ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks on just in time to catch a retreating arm whipping back under the covers. An annoying repetitive tone makes the object of the arm’s quest obvious a few seconds later, as the alarm clock was only momentarily subdued. There is a muttered curse before a second, freckled arm, reaches over the body of the first to expertly flick off the ( Read more... )

[When the video clicks on, it's initially obscured by a wide stripe of something pale and viscous enough to blur the view considerably--All that really indicates who the feed belongs to is the voice, at least at first.]So uhmm... So I was gonna try and make a picnic lunch, on account of how nice it is outside today. I thought it might be kinda cool ( Read more... )

[Cue one video feed, featuring one rather concerned-looking young blonde creature. 202's at home, looking decidedly more casual than normal in an oversized sweater as opposed to her usual military garb. Whatever's got her looking so concerned is obviously enough that she isn't worried about appearances. She's halfway through a sip of coffee when ( Read more... )

[202 is sat on the edge of one of the city's many new fountains when she starts her video feed, one hand trailing absentmindedly in its water. She looks, to be frank, wrung-out. Dark circles curve under dulled, half-lidded eyes and when she speaks even that seems to take quite a bit of effort.]...I didn't mind the changes to the city, initially. I ( Read more... )

[The video feed opens up on a less-than-thrilled-looking 202. She's obviously just woken up, judging by her partial state of undress and the way that her hair--not especially tidy at the best of times--is one big hip-length tangled mess. Anybody who recognizes her home can see that she's there, and even those who don't can see that she must not be ( Read more... )