// 006. [vid▒o]

[photosbythebed]

[Green fills the Forgescreen (Spike’s if you look for that sort of thing). Zooming out, it's green and grey (or is that st▒tic?)  the climb of ivy up the side of a modest looking cottage. And behind it, penned in by a small wrought iron gate, is a garden. (Zoom in!)  Green again.  (Out.) The gate's circle is broken in places, and moving toward it, it becomes apparent that it's neglected. (In? Again? Really?) Overgrown.

No.

Wait.

The device may belong to Spike it’s Lilly’s voice that’s heard.]

Is ▒ that...

That's ▒ ivy. [Fingers brush leaves aside to reveal a

ĩ̴̢̭̣̳̞̲͎̫ͮ̔̇̍͆̌͌ͥdaddy̴̡͍͇̺̯̼͍͙͚͕͉̮̗̗̥͉̠̹̜̼͈͖̖͗̅ͧ̎̅́ͤ̉̓̓͛ͩͤ͂͆͂̓ͩ͗͝͡?

patch of reddish buds underneath.]

Look, there's ▒▒e of it.

[Underfoot and previously unnoticed, beneath their shoes do you see? Well, you could if the Forge stayed focused there, but it doesn’t, it’s all turvy topsy and oh, what’s this?]

There's a line of it from he▒e to the wall, and then it just...

[Just what? Cut off because it’s no longer important what the fucking ivy is doing because THERE IS A GODDAMNED WINGED PANTHER flying right over their fucking heads what the shit. Have some static. With bursts of noise.]

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[ooc: backdated to 3/22. derp.]