[The transmission is initially garbled; full of static, as if busy. It eventually resolves into an image; of a dark room, and Flandre’s eyes glimmering out of the murk. They flick towards the camera light as it comes on, but she doesn’t…seem to care that much about it recording. The vampire’s demeanor in general is depressed, even as snatches of voices are picked up by the device’s microphone; Reisen, Cube, Seras, Cir-
--oh, look who was at the door and kicking it in.]
YO FLANDRE! LET'S BLOW THIS JOINT! [Well she thought it sounded cool...]
...I guess it isn't sunny anymore.
[Depressed lolipire is still kinda depressed.]
Hey hey hey! No frowning allowed! Let's go to the festival!
[She reaches for Flandre's hand.]
No I'm n-- [Yes you are, Flandre. After a moment of hesitation, she takes Cirno's hand--and the device is clicked off.]
ETA
[The device turns on again-but only briefly. There are no voices or images this time-only a faint scuffling noise, and the clattering sound of an impact with the ground; perhaps from being dropped--
TRANSMISSION TERMINATED
…how curious.]
((OOC: THIS IS A COMBOPOST. ALSO, TRAUMA PLOTPOST with added commentlog.
baka_jyanai wrote Cirnolines :3 ))