[OOC Note: Continued from the log
here.]
[The video flicks on to show-a thumb. A gruff, urgent voice is speaking.]
"-i, you-woman! Connect me to...Shakky's bar, on Sabaody Archipelago! ...Hello? Oi!"
[The thumb moves, leaving the image smudged with something red. A much-bloodied and scuffed young man appears up close, squinting at the Dreamberry; his scowling, weary face is topped with short green hair. A moment later, another voice, off-screen, speaks up hoarsely, sounding as if each word is forced wetly from tattered lungs. Which they are.]
"It is...a recording."
[The screen tilts to the side and shows the speaker, a man with wet, shoulder-length black hair and a haggard face.]
"Damn." [The green haired young man shakes the Dreamberry, then the video slides suddenly, image whirling as the second man abruptly sags.] "Nnngh-wha-okay, fine, we'll sit for just a second-"
[The Dreamberry goes blank.]