[As the shot opens up, it's evident that the NV is sitting on a table outside of a cafe; there are other tables surrounding, and passerbys, and the street beyond. Alois Trancy drops into the seat in front of the camera, then, pink-cheeked and plenty glad.] Hello, [he chirps over his muffler, which is crocheted in lavender, and very soft-looking. ( Read more... )

[A few seconds of fiddling with the NV - she's only using one hand - and then the feed comes on to show a wide and familiar smile. The picture is dipping up and down, as if the girl in question was skipping. She is; her braid, in the background, is steadily bobbing up and down. Every few moments, visible in the corners of the video, a bird swoops ( Read more... )

[ Clark gets straight down to business when the video feed starts up. ]

This is going to sound like a really odd request no matter how I put it, and the explanation is almost as weird as the rest of it, but here goes nothing anyway. I need clothes--small people's clothes. Like...kid's clothes, for someone about three foot tall, say.

I know there's ( Read more... )

[Things have happened lately. Miss Maka is gone, and that makes him sad. But that isn't the purpose of this post. He's had something else on his mind today. Something very important.]

I never knew there was something called Sandwich Day. Or that anyone kept records of what the longest sandwich ever made was. [A little sigh; he wishes he ( Read more... )

I saw a lot of friends today, people who went away ( Read more... )

[ hi, port. there is a little antichrist in your nv screens. he's as grubby as ever, and there are a few leaves and twigs in his hair and sticking to his clothes-- probably because on second glance, he's in a tree, surrounded by leaves that have changed colours and started to fall. below him, dog can be heard barking excitedly, and after a ( Read more... )

( Cut for offline development )

( cut for offline prelude to how the NV broadcast came to be )

[ if you're anywhere near the baseball diamond that afternoon, you might notice something a little like a clap of muted thunder, and if you're at all sensitive to such things, you might very well notice an extremely overwhelming presence that just as abruptly-- disappears a moment or two afterward ( Read more... )

[The view isn't from directly overhead, but it's almost there and it's steady, displaying a mahogany table top and a pair of white-gloved hands busily manipulating crochet needles. Mingled with and leading away from the needles is a line of gold wire, gleaming in the light--it's being pulled into looped stitches like regular yarn would be. Off to ( Read more... )