05 April 2011 at 10:28 am
Excuse me-- [She smiles into the camera, a bright and innocent smile.]

I know it's a little rude to ask, and you don't have to answer me if you wouldn't like, but could you tell me about the person you love?
05 April 2011 at 01:16 am
Good morning boys and girls! We do hope you've slept well! [because they haven't slept at all.] We have a proposition for you, hmm? [Have a large, eerily grinning face in your video, Marina!]

How many of you more rambunctious sorts would be interested in a fight club? An all out brawl between yourself and another! Everyone gets a turn! The only rules are no disabling injuries, and when someone surrenders, you back off!

We're still working out the kinks, but for now, we'd like to just gather a headcount! Don't all pipe up at once! There'll be plenty of action for everyone! [they laugh]
video // open
04 April 2011 at 06:18 pm
[ The feed turns on with a sickening crash, and you get the wonderful view of the wall and then the ground, as if someone had thrown the communicator. Footfalls, getting closer, the clinking of chains in time to the steps, and then the camera is picked up and flicked around to Masamune's shoulder and the wall behind him, only to begin shaking wildly. ] What the hell is this thing? [ It stops shaking and it's quiet for a while. ]

Hey. Where the fuck [ a ragged intake of breath, as if to calm himself, ] are my swords? [ a beat of silence in which he takes another few breaths to calm himself. It doesn't work. ] And I'm chained up, too. Tch.

[ silence again, and the communicator is coldly dropped to the floor, giving you a fine view of Masamune picking up the basket curiously, only to throw it on the ground and stomp on it the best he can with one foot chained. ]

((so Masamune is completely clueless with the communicator (and all technology, pretty much) since he's taken from 1467 to 1573, or around there, idk it's what the wiki says. bold is him talking in English.))