I'm really sick of this stupid show.

[Yes, here's the manager of the Felton, ready to finally talk about that atrocious rock opera.]First, this kid tells me that he needs way too much money to do this show. Then, he drives off all of his actors and has to get new ones. Now, I have mothers from M.A.N. lining up at the box office to complain about ( Read more... )

[ The NV transmission doesn’t come from Caster’s personal device but, rather, a different one individually given to Mercury. After all, her golem had its very own as one of the ‘Newcomers’ to the city. ]

[ Text appears across the screen in a flash. ]

This is truly amazing. I have never once encountered a device like this on my planet.

[ With a ( Read more... )

[Shuffling sounds and blurry motion accompany the video when the feed starts. The picture goes halfway dark as someone fumbles with the NV in an awkward manner that may suggest they don't have actual fingers.]

[After another moment, the individual holding seems to get a better grip on things, and the gaping mouth of a Dusk comes into view briefly ( Read more... )

I see. So this is how it works... [ the loud, static-y sound of someone brushing a hand over the microphone is heard before he speaks again, sounding calm, and collected (unlike he had been when he first awoke). ]Hello, Siren's Port. My name is Eraqus, and it appears I will be joining you here for a time. Due to this, I'd like to know as much as ( Read more... )

[FAILED filter to the KH Lightside, because operating an NV with the non-dominant hand equals bork. Viewable to all.]

[About forty-five minutes after siren, the feed clicks on to show a boy who looks very much like he's just been in a fight-or simply assaulted. A half-dried trickle of blood comes from a cut beside his eyebrow, and he's holding his ( Read more... )

( Log followup, closed action )

[Hello. Siren's Port is receiving a feed that hasn't been used of late. And once it turns on, a silver-haired Nobody is shown sitting behind a desk. The room's subtle lighting creates a contrast of shadows among the First's features, enough to dramatize the setting and its subject without fully obscuring the shot ( Read more... )

[The feed kicks on to show Hades looking more nonplussed about the situation than anything else, a hand on his head, the flames licking around his fingers.] Well this is new--should've asked the Fates about this one. I gotta say, I didn't expect this to be at the bottom of the river. Not that I make a habit of going swimming or anything--I'm ( Read more... )

Dear friends. Dearer enemies.

[ A familiar and not-familiar voice. The darkened city skyline. For those that know it, Xehanort's home is recognizable, though the view is not from the porch this time, or even from the second floor balcony. The speaker is perched on the roof, standing tall and steady against a howling wind. At the edges of the ( Read more... )

[Sora looks like he’s had a fist fight with a loaded paintbrush. White smears of paint are streaked down his cheek, all over his jacket and gloves. One of those paint-smudged fingers happens to be tapping the screen experimentally-probably what triggered the message to start.]

So all I gotta do is turn this thing on and ask everybody if they’ve seen ( Read more... )