[Gilbert is having a bad day. The video feed turns on to him fiddling with the buttons on the side of the communicator. The picture winks in and out off an don for a few minutes. His face reappears, looking hopeful. And then, then the video lurches, showing a spinning view of the ceiling. In the background, a loud THUD can be heard, followed by a ( Read more... )

[Gilbert probably should not have ventured out alone. He's run into a number of people also trapped here, but just sitting still isn't doing him any good. They need to eat, for one thing ( Read more... )

[Gilbert has been avoiding mirrors. Of course he has. It's become obvious for a while that something is going on again in this city. But Gilbert has also been steeping himself in denial for a bit. The things he thought he saw at the corner of his vision in mirrors can't have been real. They can't ( Read more... )

[Gilbert is in Oz's room. And there's a frantic sort shaking to the video feed as it turns on. This is probably because Gilbert's hands are shaking. Significantly shaking. And he can't quite seem to stop them.] Oz.

Oz if you can hear this, you need to answer me. You need to answer me now. Please... please answer me...

[His voice is more than a ( Read more... )

[The video feed comes on to a fairly normal sight for Gilbert, which would be him staring down an unlit cigarette as though daring it to say something. It won't, of course. No answers are forthcoming from the cigarette. The feed wobbles a bit, the picture anlged upwards as though it was just set down beside him. It was. He's not aware he's ( Read more... )

[Gilbert has been in this city for going on... what? 9 months? A significant amount of time. And yet, at this point in time, he's still only managed to adjust the settings on his communicator a grand total of once. And that was dumb luck. Dumb. Luck. So he's tried to narrow this to the people it's addressed to, but he's mostly failed. So have a ( Read more... )

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[Gilbert has made the mistake of taking a nap in the middle of the day. He hadn't meant to. He'd been reading, and drifted off. Further compounding this mistake was his choice to do such in the living room on the couch. But the fire in the fireplace was warm, and the couch was comfortable. And it's only now as he shifts and his communicator topples ( Read more... )

[Gilbert is somewhere between home and the city's larger market. The communicator flips on and shows the buildings as he passes, the last few vestiges of daylight shrouding everything in gold and shadows. One arm is full of bags, the other fishing out a cigarette. He manages to light it, jugglng everything back and forth before remembering he'd ( Read more... )

[So at this point in time, Gilbert has realized that expecting anyone to recognize him by voice while he's much younger than he should be isn't going to happen. And well, even with the additional video, well, that helps a little. So he's eying the video feed warily. Housemates and guests? He's in the kitchen at the table, a forgotten cup of tea ( Read more... )