Ow… ow. OW! What th-? [ blackness lifts from Forge viewscreen. Black leather duster. Forge had been digging into wearer's back ] Oh give me a break, what are you supposed to…? [ Forge is lifted and video promptly obliterated by series of incompetent button mashings ]
[ a few minutes later. ] [ Voice ] [ very low ]
Angel?
Illyria?
[ pause ]
Calling Captain Forehead. Sir Liam of Lameland. Do you copy?
[ ...If that didn't get his reaction, he ain't listening. ]
Big Blue Ox. Little Shiva. Mighty Mistress of Darkness. And Blueness. Hello?
[ ...nope. ]
Who the bloody hell is out there?
[ -but doesn't wait long enough to actually receive a response. And not clear he'd figure out how to accept one if it came. Forge abruptly switched off. ]
[ Cut to
log ]