-05- [accidental video]

[firebornfidelis]

[Static first, then the forge turns on a moment after it hits the ground, apparently having fallen out of the pocket of its possessor. In the extreme foreground at the bottom of the screen is a discarded black shirt. Further back sits the owner of both articles, her gray jacket held against her chest and her knees drawn up to her chin. Her eyes are

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[notyourdollface]

Whoa...

Are you all right, Riza? Is that the mist?

[voice]

[firebornfidelis]

[Curt, but not unkind] I'm fine, Rebecca. The mist is . . . acting strangely today.

[voice]

[notyourdollface]

Okay, if you're sure. I can come try and find you, if it's bad.

[voice]

[firebornfidelis]

No. Stay in the city, please. I'm all right.

[voice]

[notyourdollface]

Rodger!