[Roy's wearing a smile as he flicks on the PCD, he reaches out to set it down on a shelf - and it becomes clear that he's stood in a larger-than-average green house. The sun is shining brightly into the feed though, and he purses his lips for a moment, before moving the PCD across to the other side of the greenhouse, on another shelf, finally ( Read more... )

[ooc: For reference, both lists are here. As always please feel free to help me make amendments here and there.][Another one of those addressing PCD posts. Another one of those that he's taken a fair few minutes to compose himself for. He's in the study, both hands holding the PCD, and as the feed clicks on, he looks down at the desk and back up, ( Read more... )

[The PCD turns on as per Roy's request. He's sat up in bed, grinning at the screen. He glances over at Riza, who doesn't show on the feed - and turns back ( Read more... )

[He's in the study, his hair is dishevelled, and he's not wearing a shirt, but he's wide awake, eyes wide and pouting at the PCD screen.]

A-Ah. I guess the event is over...

F-Faye.

[He pauses for a moment, recovering and lifting his hand up to thread into his hair, clearly regaining his composure.]

I'll let you leave.

[The PCD turns on when Roy sets it down on his desk. It's a familiar sight on the network, but it's full of papers and folders, and a few bits of metal, some books and ( Read more... )

[Roy doesn't really look like he's focussed on the PCD at all when it switches on. He's mumbling under his breath, and looking off over the PCD rather than at it. He seems to be counting something off on his fingers, and when he gets to the fifth one, his eyes seem to focus, and he stares at the PCD screen then, pulling a face of most discontent. ( Read more... )

[Like everyone this week, Roy is suffering the backlash of another of the Animus' more 'lighthearted' events. Unfortunately, it's not incredibly appropriate right now. Above him, a little bubble flickering between a heart, and a :| hovers ( Read more... )

[A day on the beach was all he needed. Things had been hectic, and the time to wander down the beach was precious to him. Humming, with his hands in his pockets, taking in the scenery as he walked; it seemed that nothing could go wrong ( Read more... )

[Roy isn't dressed in anything you would expect him to be dressed in. His distaste at the black gym pants (which cover his legs, thank you), and navy blue tank top is clear in the pout on his face. Still, these are the kinds of sacrfices that need to be made.]

Right, then - Edward. Looks like we got lucky, weather's up.

[ooc: someone has been ( Read more... )

[Someone is grinning into the PCD when it flicks on. He looks incredibly smug, holding the PCD in his left hand as he wanders through the city.]

Can't throw snowballs without snow.

[He winks at the camera, wriggling the fingers of his gloved right hand, before poising them to click. As his fingertips snap together the cloth creates friction which ( Read more... )