[Action | Open]
14 November 2010 at 11:15 am
[Heh… snow. Naoya has found some decent clothes, so he's taken to wandering around the dome. He stops in the park for a few moments, and closes his eyes. There's a pounding in his head, as memories flash in front of his eyes.]

[Winter, and the snow is thick. The battlefield is littered with soldiers, and a young man lies next to his fallen brothers, red blood staining the snow.]

[That one in particular wasn't that long ago… maybe a hundred and fifty years or so. Heh.]

[Still, he's not going anywhere soon. He sits down on a bench, and looks up at the snow and the water high above.]

[[ooc; Open bother post.]]
video; open to action
14 November 2010 at 03:05 pm
[ when the feed starts up, it's to the view of jacket lapels, and a red tie half-obscured by a plain gray scarf. that may be a glimpse of the library, just at the edge of the image. ]

At least the weather is controlled now. How long is this supposed to last, again?

[ it doesn't sound like he's expecting an answer. the image drops down, focusing on the pavement at his feet before he begins to walk. it cuts out a moment later. ]

((ooc: open action post as well. i'll tag back once i return from work ;e;))
[Voice]
14 November 2010 at 08:50 pm
Fou
[Limbs intact? Check. Clothing in place? Double check! Being where she's not supposed to be? Checked and double checked and triple checked and damn it, where was Bak so she could kick his ass!]

[Except Bak might be dead by now.]

[...]


FUCK

[Holding her body tight, Fou stepped forward and immediately tripped over the welcoming basket. Swearing up a storm, Fou kicked it, rubbing her head and coming away with a network device in her hand. Focusing on the words, Fou swore again.]

Shit, are you kidding me?!

[Fuming, Fou sat on the ground, counting to a hundred as she visualized kicking Bak in the head again and again and again... because it beat imagining Bak dead over and over again…Finally, taking a deep breath, Fou turned on the device.]

Okay Marina, whatever this place is called. HOW THE HELL DO I GET BACK HOME?!

((ooc: Have a late intro as Fou just fell out of her new wall in the middle of the night. She's none to pleased about this, obviously!))
[Video || Potential for Action || Open] Backdated to afternoon
14 November 2010 at 11:45 pm
Lyle Dylandy
[The feed opens and its not the owner of the communicator but the haro. There's some snow falling in the background of the video. In the background, Lyle says "Okay, Frederick. It's on". Frederick flaps.]

Snow! Snow! Come play! Come play! Snow fun!

[ooc: forgive the backdated post]