( Mush and stuff lies beneath )

[Train noises. Not the "lumbering machine on the tracks" kind, but the "parent trying to get their picky kid to eat" kind. This can only lead to something terrible.]

In comes the choo-choo heading to the station~!

[The response is a flat, annoyed voice]

Hughes, I'm perfectly capable of feeding myself.

Of course you are. That's why you can't ( Read more... )

[He's trying his best to not sound worried or panicked or drugged out of his mind. It's a difficult task at the moment... but somehow he manages. Instead of any or all of that, he just sounds a little forlorn.]If anybody happens to find a dog... Her name is Allison and she's just a puppy. She's brown and white with floppy ears... and she likes to ( Read more... )

[It’s not often that he uses the video function for no apparent reason. It’s also incredibly rare for him to be caught half dressed. But he’s been feeling a little out of sorts lately, and it’s enough of a bother to him that he’s not thinking too clearly, which is why he's posting at all ( Read more... )

[There are books everywhere, but you’ve read them all. The papers that litter the floor are your own notes. In the midst of them, you sit, puzzling over this wording, that phrasing while one particular piece of paper lies in front of you, obscured by more notes. Only the very top of the page is visible, what resembles a serpent’s tail peeking out ( Read more... )

[The image is dark for a while, the sound of footsteps in an enclosed area audible. After a few moments, the picture brightens, though one small corner is still dark, and every now and then, something blue and trimmed in grey flashes by the screen. What else can be seen is the back corner near the Outlander Community Block, a faint mist from the ( Read more... )

Hughes, I'm dropping Allison off with you for a while.

In the incredibly unlikely event that I'm needed anywhere, I'll be working overtime to make up for the fact that apparently my partner is... about the same size as my dog, just like virtually everyone else here, and drowning myself at a bar afterward.

( Cut for bloody and yucky )

( locked to John )

[A Forge slides out of a pocket and clatters to the ground. After days of nothing but static, the video feed finally crackles to life at the mouth of the entrance to Dismas. A profile of two men, one pale-skinned, the other tan, can be seen on the screen. The both of them look considerably worse for wear--clothing frayed and tattered in places, and ( Read more... )