[ It's well after midnight. The camera feed is a mess of black and grey, the Forge screen the only illumination. It turns Arthur's face sickly, throws unusual shadows across it. His voice is low. ]

Tell me a story.

[ There aren't many left familiar with the way he demands this in bored, petulant tones. ]

About someone you lost.

[ An ( Read more... )

 
[ There's a clattering noise as the feed cuts on abruptly, but it's hard to hear over the other odd noises taking up the air. It sounds like chattering and clacking, glass on glass and glass on wood, chair legs scraping against the floor. ]

There has to be somewhere around here that deals in electronics. Cameras, computers, cells-- Just point me in ( Read more... )

[Sorry if his voice comes out at a bit of a growl, but he's annoyed.]

Does anyone have a hammer I can borrow? The one I was loaned seems to have wandered off.

[His voice gets a little distant, as if he's looking at something away from the microphone.]

I can't get the nails out of the ceiling beam without it. Even though I have no idea how they ( Read more... )

[Have a shot of Spencer sitting in front of the camera, looking a little bit uncomfortable. His hair is wet, and for once, he's not wearing his trademark shirt, tie and sweater-vest. In fact, it looks like he's wearing just a plain t-shirt ( Read more... )

 
Woke up in the middle of a surprising amount of What the Hell this morning.

Anybody feel like sharing?

[Cue camera.]

[Desmond looks downright annoyed.]

So much for the market, yeesh. Just got my ass booted outta there by a guy who looked like a goddamn shaved bear. I was gonna pay for that shit! But he comes at me all nyeh nyeh nyeh! [and cue Des making... possibly the most sarcastic face you've seen yet, exaggerated by flailing hand gestures, the ( Read more... )

I remember a long time ago, um, I asked people to tell me love stories. A lot of you weren't here at the time, I guess I was feeling a little melancholic. It's not that surprising, right? Because everyone has those days, especially when there's a lot of, um, things happening and people suffer, or people die, or they nearly die. Sometimes you ( Read more... )

[Unlike Break's last broadcast, this one seems very deliberate. He has set the Forge on a steady surface and is sitting on a futon with one leg crossed over the other. His doll Emily is perches happily on his shoulder. In fact, the cinematography would be perfect if Break wasn't sitting just a bit too far to the left, so that one arm and a bit of ( Read more... )

 
[ The feed cuts on abruptly, and all there is to be heard is humming. It's a light sound, almost pretty, feminine in tone. The screen shows half of a face; it looks like a teenaged girl, but she seems a little off. Her eyes are yellow, her skin is dark, her smile is soft; across her forehead there are, plain as day, a row of black crosses. Her ( Read more... )

.... So many new people~

How are all of you settling in?

I'm Hughes, by the way, and you can ignore what ever negative things a man named Roy Mustang says about me.

[Teasing. Probably. But he loves to troll his BFF!]

[AMESTRAIN MILITARY FILTER]Lieutenant, I haven't seen your or Roy around in a while. I just wanted to make sure everything was ( Read more... )