[accidental video] + [video]
[ The NV feed comes on, and for a moment, it's just dark-- then whatever's been blocking its view moves away, and it focuses on a familiar face, though it's not usually seen like this.
It hasn't been the most restful of weeks for the police force, and certainly not for Fratley. Apparently, the exhaustion's finally caught up with him, because he's fast asleep on what looks like a considerable pile of paperwork, pen still held loosely in one clawed hand. His ears twitch slightly, but otherwise, he's still.
He also isn't alone. Beside him, though slightly out of focus, is a familiar dark-haired woman. Like Fratley, Re-l has dozed off, but she's still sitting in her chair rather than sprawled over the desk. After a minute or two, she wakes, one hand coming up to rub sleep from her eyes. ]
Sorry, Fratley, I... [ She turns to the knight, but falls silent when she realizes he's asleep. After a moment's pause, gently, she lifts one hand to touch his ears, scratching lightly at their base.
Fratley murmurs something in his sleep and sighs, leaning his head up against her hand.
Re-l's still smiling faintly when she reaches over to the NV to turn it off. ]
...
[ When Fratley comes into focus on the feed again, about thirty minutes after the accidental feed, he looks much better rested. He's still at Re-l's desk, but he's alone, for the moment.
He makes a lot of his posts at the precinct. It seems to be the only place he ever has the time to do this.
When he speaks, it's slowly. ]
Do you believe that it is what you remember that makes you what you are, or determines who you must be?
If you woke up tomorrow without a single memory of who you were today, what difference would it make?
It hasn't been the most restful of weeks for the police force, and certainly not for Fratley. Apparently, the exhaustion's finally caught up with him, because he's fast asleep on what looks like a considerable pile of paperwork, pen still held loosely in one clawed hand. His ears twitch slightly, but otherwise, he's still.
He also isn't alone. Beside him, though slightly out of focus, is a familiar dark-haired woman. Like Fratley, Re-l has dozed off, but she's still sitting in her chair rather than sprawled over the desk. After a minute or two, she wakes, one hand coming up to rub sleep from her eyes. ]
Sorry, Fratley, I... [ She turns to the knight, but falls silent when she realizes he's asleep. After a moment's pause, gently, she lifts one hand to touch his ears, scratching lightly at their base.
Fratley murmurs something in his sleep and sighs, leaning his head up against her hand.
Re-l's still smiling faintly when she reaches over to the NV to turn it off. ]
...
[ When Fratley comes into focus on the feed again, about thirty minutes after the accidental feed, he looks much better rested. He's still at Re-l's desk, but he's alone, for the moment.
He makes a lot of his posts at the precinct. It seems to be the only place he ever has the time to do this.
When he speaks, it's slowly. ]
Do you believe that it is what you remember that makes you what you are, or determines who you must be?
If you woke up tomorrow without a single memory of who you were today, what difference would it make?