Hmmm....

Things just get more interesting around here every day, don't they?

(( Yes, Hughes has been lurking around the excavation site. Can you tell? ))

[Rapunzel is sitting amongst her hair, looking very frustrated. It appears that she tried to put her hair up and failed miserably. Golden hair is lying on every surface, and at its length is almost impossible for her to tame. Clearly, this is a job for multiple people.]

Does anyone know how to do hair? I kinda need it...off the ground.

[for some reason Nathan has set up his Forge on a tripod or some shit, so he can sit across the desk from it and address his viewers in the manner of the Queen's Christmas speech.First things first, if I wanted to show my friend Joe a Star Wars DVD, how would I go about making that happen? There's no video place listed in that bitchy introductory ( Read more... )

[A rather sarcastic voice can be heard, the screen tilted toward the floor. She has no idea how to use it, so it's showing off a rather nice pair of legs.]

This thing should come with a manual. [The view moves, muffled by some sort of pink fabric, as she examines it. Eventually it lands on her face, but is briefly obscured when she pokes the lens. ( Read more... )

[It's a closeup of Bella's eye. Moving back a little, it's now a closeup of Bella's extremely confused face. AHEM.]

I remember this.

[And behind her, rumbling. The crack and split of stone movement, the shadow of a moss-covered limb. A vaguely humanoid shape as it comes into view, rendered faceless by moss and ruin. She turns, and the forge moves ( Read more... )

[His voice is low, hushed, but not quite a whisper, and clear as a bell against muffled the sounds of Anatole's streets. It's somewhere in that zone that could be either some sort of crazed stalker slinking through the streets talking to themselves or one of those serial killers who thinks nobody will ever catch them. Or maybe it's a jilted lover ( Read more... )

( cut for length and ridiculosity )

( Cut for length and mild whoretalk? )

[Behold the clear black sky - the silver-white moon, the twinkling stars. Priscilla is on the roof again, lying down, talking to the Forge and staring at the sky - the background is filled with the white noise of far away voices and chattering trees.]

[It's silent for... a little while.]I was thinking ( Read more... )

All these confessions make me feel like I'm in Rabona. Do you know how boring a bar is when everyone's telling the truth? Studs suddenly turn out to be virgins. I think one tried to tell me that his grew back, but...

[Whatever happened after that, it must be funny. Because she's laughing.]Don't think they'll have the guts to show their faces here ( Read more... )