[Video post, Ed found a new button!/Action post] So this is a virus...
[There's a bit of confused noise and it's dark except for a scrap of light. The hand that was covering the screen backs away and the room comes into focus.]
This doesn't make any sense.
[The camera pans around, there are two twin beds, a book shelf overflowing with books, discarded toys in the corner, and finally Edward faces the camera an odd, pained expression on his face.]
This house shouldn't be here.
[He turns the camera away again and the camera chronicles the journey as mismatched steps echo along the floorboords of what looks like a fairly old house. He stops and pans the bathroom, it looks fairly ordinary and stops at another door, his hand hovering above the doorknob. A strangled gasp and the gloved hand falls away, he creeps downstairs instead. The floorboards creek under his boots as he walks and there are pictures on the mantel, too blurred to make out by his small device's camera, but there's an awful lot of blond hair on the individuals.
He pans the modest living room, and there are two doors open, both of which he kicks shut with a resounding slam. One looked into darkness and the other more bookcases. The camera moves into the kitchen.]
It's...it's just like it was...down to the last detail I remember...
[His breath hitches and the camera is set down as Ed slips over to look out the window. He lets out a surprised cry. For one thing there is an Amestrian flag hanging from a pole on the side of his house, for another he was looking at more than cows and grass.]
It seems I'm not at home...I knew I wasn't.
What's going on? Maybe I'll explore later or maybe I'll just stay here...
[Edward gives a knowing glance at the camera before turning it off, this must have something to do with the virus rumours he's heard even though he didn't know what they meant.]
[[OOC: Please feel free to visit Ed. :) He could use some company.]]
This doesn't make any sense.
[The camera pans around, there are two twin beds, a book shelf overflowing with books, discarded toys in the corner, and finally Edward faces the camera an odd, pained expression on his face.]
This house shouldn't be here.
[He turns the camera away again and the camera chronicles the journey as mismatched steps echo along the floorboords of what looks like a fairly old house. He stops and pans the bathroom, it looks fairly ordinary and stops at another door, his hand hovering above the doorknob. A strangled gasp and the gloved hand falls away, he creeps downstairs instead. The floorboards creek under his boots as he walks and there are pictures on the mantel, too blurred to make out by his small device's camera, but there's an awful lot of blond hair on the individuals.
He pans the modest living room, and there are two doors open, both of which he kicks shut with a resounding slam. One looked into darkness and the other more bookcases. The camera moves into the kitchen.]
It's...it's just like it was...down to the last detail I remember...
[His breath hitches and the camera is set down as Ed slips over to look out the window. He lets out a surprised cry. For one thing there is an Amestrian flag hanging from a pole on the side of his house, for another he was looking at more than cows and grass.]
It seems I'm not at home...I knew I wasn't.
What's going on? Maybe I'll explore later or maybe I'll just stay here...
[Edward gives a knowing glance at the camera before turning it off, this must have something to do with the virus rumours he's heard even though he didn't know what they meant.]
[[OOC: Please feel free to visit Ed. :) He could use some company.]]