[The Forge pans around a familiar area to its current residents, that wonderfully generic kitchen and its wonderfully generic food. All the windows of the little apartment are wide open and the last of a billowing cloud of smoke can be seen wafting out of the window. Notice how the view of the camera takes careful measures to avoid the stove. ( Read more... )

There's a mountain across the river, surrounded by the green, green trees and the golden sun, and the oh-so-fluffy clouds. And here you are, sitting on the other side, watching it. Watching.

It's noon.

...you were there, once, you think. It was the breaking of dawn, and there was light everywhere - around you, and through you. Inside you. ( Read more... )

[Welp, It's Priscilla. And she looks slightly irritated. Maybe even more than slightly. Her nose is all wrinkly, and she's pacing a little, moving in and out of the camera's field as it sits, perched on her desk, recording her restlessness.]...I don't know how I get myself involved in these things. But I guess I'm going to be fighting in the ( Read more... )

Again.

She's gone again.

[There's some noise in the background - people talking, distantly. Teresa's voice is the only one that's clear, but it still sounds fainter than usual.]

...I wonder if some meetings aren't meant to last. Maybe that's how it works here?

[...]

I'm sorry, Clare. I searched everywhere I could.

[For a moment, the screen only shows a graying beard.

There is mumbled, slightly slurred cursing, and the view changes to a half-empty glass of some kind of alcohol, surrounded by a few other fully empty glasses.

Then, the feed shows a face: It's a man's face, ruddy and weathered, eyebrows knit in confusion and concentration. After a few moments, he ( Read more... )

Hear ye, hear ye good and gentle people of Anatole. Or, people of Anatole and Wynn ( Read more... )

[With the internal humming of spinning gears the Forge buzzes to life ( Read more... )

Helen doesn’t like it. Or at least she acts like she doesn’t. She’s bored by the snow and ice, the endless expanses of white all year long. But she doesn’t say anything about going back toward the south where there are summers and fields and grasses and trees and people. And booze. She thinks it, you know, but she never says it. Not yet. There is ( Read more... )

[It starts off with a view of the sky. Then there is a curious, sniffing noise, close to the microphone within the Forge. Silvery blond hair trails down, then out of the way as a silvery eye stares at the screen. The owner of the eye blinks, and pulls back. There's little to see of the facial features though; her face is covered by her hair, ( Read more... )

[All video now. Oscar's getting better using this thing.

Unfortunately, whomever sees this is only going to get a camera full of Oscar's distressed face and whining.]

I'm hungryyyyyyyyy~!

[Then he sighs and plops his head against the table. He needs something to eat. Badly.]