[The video function clicks on. There's Noa, who seems to hesitate a moment before setting the device down and pulling his hand away. Though, it's inevitable he does so anyway - he has a song to begin to play. Wordless, he turns away from the camera and reaches for Luke's violin. It's already tuned and set; he props it to his shoulder and then in ( Read more... )

[A soft rustling of fabric, slow footsteps on a cold stone floor, the creaking of door as it is opened... and silence. Which goes on for a few moments, as if deliberating if there's anything worth saying or not. If there's even anything to say, and then... A whispering that sounds thoroughly defeated, and yet disappointed:]

... So pointless here. ( Read more... )

"Scientists",

A violin, if you would please.

[... BZZZZZT. All that elicits is a hollow sort-of laugh from him.]

... So dull. Honestly, what do they expect us to say to these?

[Annnd he's already tired of talking to it. Click.]

[BZZZZT!]

OOWWWWWWWW!!

[brb throwing the communicator across the room. It smacks against the wall, and the transmission feed ends.]

... This is ridiculous. And here I thought this place couldn't get anymore idiotic.

Who-- This... This wasn't what was supposed to--

[A pause, he cuts off. The noise of footsteps, if shaky ones. The sound of the communicator being picked up, and fiddled with. His breathing is shallow, quick. He doesn't like it when even the littlest things aren't going as planned.]

"Use this."

[. . .]

... Is this some kind of joke? A new ( Read more... )