Jul 09, 2010 17:31
[a brief clip of a soaked young man, staring dumbly at the Square fountain, just... blinking. And blinking. And blinking. He finally speaks, slowly -]
Wet mulberry paper... a piece of cloth, charcoal, salt... forgive me, I've sullied -
[the whisper dies as he glances off to a flock of nearby pigeons; the video setting switches to text.]
...the pigeons are hungry.
[ooc: network, action, or 4th wall, I guess, once applicable, and thank you!]