[ The Forge clicks on to show the interior of a jail cell. Freya is sitting against the wall of the cell, near the bars, occasionally looking out. Her expression is torn between depressed and resigned. ]... it's damp here. And quiet ( Read more... )

The man standing in the center is the dreamer.

You know him, or have seen him in past broadcasts, or can't understand why the first person perspective on this forge is not its owner. It's Sirius Black.

Because who, especially himself, could ever identify Remus Lupin with this situation.The stonework etchings at his feet gained in dimension around ( Read more... )

["Click" goes the Forge to reveal a place that is none other than Clarice's room. At first it seems like there's not much to it, just enough materials to keep two people for a quick rest ( Read more... )

[Growling blares through the speakers as the Forge is turned on. Mechanical clinks and clunks follow. The screen remains dark until the device is wrenched from the mouth of a dire wolf pup. The lens is smeared with slobber. The pup's tail is wagging profusely ( Read more... )

[Bap. Bap. Whap. The Forge is turned on apparently by a swatting white paw which continues to slap the lens around for another moment before the animal beating up the Forge retreats, apparently to regroup. She’s a very young black and white cat, still a kitten really, and she hunkers down a foot or so away from the Forge, staring it down ( Read more... )

The problem with insanity
is knowing whose it is.
Yours or everyone else's.

[A camera flicks on with an image strait out of a porn film set. Huge bed, red silk drapes, table filled with sweet delights, candles - the works. A short man with slicked back hair steps into the frame from the side, having set the recording device up on a dresser or a tripod. He peers into the camera as if looking for something and a Twix ( Read more... )

[There's no fumbling with the Forge before the audio kicks in. The newcomer's tone is equal parts serene and curious; he would have wanted the former, and been unable to avoid the latter. He sounds American and on the older side, with a diluted West coast accent more indicative of education than birthplace.]

Greetings. Namaste.

You would not believe ( Read more... )

[comes over the network delayed, all at once. Signature stamps read out the timeline.]

[ Day 1, broadcast 1, accidental video: ]

[The term was reserved for this arrival. Anatole has never been given one more literally scorched ( Read more... )

[wot, don't see a lot of text Broadcast Minds, do you? swirling up from the bottom of the forge screen in wispy dribs and drabs, words coalescing and reconfiguring, fitting together in shifts, until perhaps some of these stanzas briefly stabilise together.]A is for Liam who caught the wrong eyes ( Read more... )