[The feed turns on to show Tony. He's sitting in a chair at a workbench which is covered with all manner of things. Some tools. Some parts. Some half-finished projects that have yet to see fruition. With his active mind, no doubt he's got ten different things going on at once to fit every one of his whims. For now, he sets a hand on top of a ( Read more... )

[Behold, it is Priscilla. Currently sitting on her bed, and looking curiously unmauled compared to the last time you may have seen her.

[She nods a little with her... well formerly missing arm.]I didn't want anyone to worry, so I thought... I should let people know that I'm... err, intact. Again ( Read more... )

[the screen flickers on, and you see... broken rocks, and shattered trees. Snowdrifts, and the remnants of a fallen building. You see them for the space of a breath, and no longer, as the forge, and whoever carries it, stumbles through the ruins. Their step is jarred, and jarring, and you can hear their breath - shaky and shallow ( Read more... )

I've been thinking.

[ Arthur's got his Forge on the table, hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling of his rooms in Patrol Headquarters. But he lifts his head to look at the Forge, lifting an eyebrow as if to antipate the commentary some people might have regarding that statement alone. ]

I've been thinking about starting a little ( Read more... )

[Behold the snow. Because Jaime sure as hell is.]

[At the moment, he is beholding it from atop a set of ruined steps, cracked and threaded through with vines. He's in the ruins, of course, and by the look of it, he's annoyed as hell.]I've little stomach for excessive snowfall, but it seems that Anatole has decided to behave itself like the ( Read more... )

[ So. Here's Dean, hiding behind what looks like something close to a broken, crumbling pillar of some sorts -- one of the many you would find in the Ruins. His back is pressed to it, and he casts quick looks around, as if expecting something to jump out at him. Otherwise he looks pretty good, a little breathless if anything, like he's been running ( Read more... )

[ Arthur's sitting with his basket on the table beside him. ]

It keeps refilling itself. If I never see ham and cheese and ale again in my life it shall be too soon ( Read more... )

[Ciel's been feeling a little restless lately. After the whole incident with... well. Everything lately, he's been shut up in his office, pouring over finance-related documents. Finally, he's appeared back over the network, sounding strangely invigorated by something.]The American holiday of Thanksgiving is approaching, isn't it? I can't say ( Read more... )

[Have an Ax in his human morph, looking very serious as he starts the transmission.]

I have been thinking-ing about the worlds we Scorched come from, and the enemies and monn, mon-ster-zuh we face in them. I wish that it were impossible that those creatures might appear, peer, here in Anatole, but this does not seem to be the case.

[This disturbs ( Read more... )

All right! I have a lot of business to go over today, so... I'm going to try not to babble too much! Which shouldn't be hard, because I normally talk about personal things, but right now I have a serious lack of personal things because of all the laziness! It's very difficult to have a personal life when no one -- well, anyway, it isn't anyone's ( Read more... )