[ After a brief moment of static clears, shallow, panted breathing can be heard just before an almost desperate voice comes through-- ]

Has anyone seen---a yellow duck? With one large feather coming from the top of the head?

[ The communicator shuffles around a little and it becomes apparent that the speaker is running. ]

I need to--dammit! If you ( Read more... )

[ The screen flips on, still adjusting, and the audio bursts through before the picture itself does. ]

---not what I was going for, dammit!

[ Then, the camera finally focuses enough to show a frustrated and rather weary-looking Fakir, sitting at his writing desk. His hand darts forward to grab a half-inked sheet of parchment, scrunching it up into a ( Read more... )

( City!memory, cut for length and violence. )