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[the sole purpose of the couch in his room is obviously just for him to sit in front of, not on. because that's really the only thing he ever does when he posts near it. TONIGHT IS NO DIFFERENT.]

I remember this holiday. From last year, I think. [shrugging a little, which causes the comm-in-hand to shake some. he's still fidgeting with the angle because having a view right up his nose isn't that flattering.

flatter:]
...Unless this is a different one with the same kind of idea. Food and all those cards. That's not exclusive to anything, I noticed. [but whatever.

he blinks, glancing up and over his shoulder for a second. then back down.]


But that's not really the point. I just figured there were enough people here who didn't know what was going on...and you should know it's better to wait for the day after. Because all the chocolate and other stuff becomes half as much as it's being sold for now. It's better to just...wait...

[the reason for his distraction is probably more visible to the audience than to Zelgadis himself; sure, he has a lot of goddamn hair, but it usually doesn't tend to rise from the back of its own volition, or to shake when his head is otherwise still. well, that's different.

he stares blankly for nearly half a minute, before suddenly shrugging his shoulders up and squirming, face flushing and mouth tugging.]


I-if it's not that much of a problem to...to not adhere to whatever rules the day has about those things--[fidgeting again, bringing a hand to his mouth.

a beat. through his fingers:]


Um. I guess that's it.

[another beat. his mouth quirks from behind his hand while he stifles a snort. he's already turning himself around and asking--] What are you doing? [--while turning the comm off.]

[video]

Nov. 6th, 2011 08:09 pm
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[The video opens up first on a wall, brick, a patch of sky, before finally tilting and focusing on a woman's face. She looks worn down; where her green hair falls around her face is tangled and uncombed, and there are dark shadows under her eyes. No effort pulls her expression any direction.

Also, as if someone forgot to turn off the persistent gore setting, her face is spattered with blood. If she notices, she doesn't seem to care.
]

Illidan's dead. Again. Maybe he'll stay down... this time.

[She glances down, off-camera. After a short pause Terra sighs, shaking her head, and looks up once more.]

And whoever took that sword from... from Zelgadis, I'd like that back now.

[video]

Jun. 25th, 2011 07:12 pm
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[Who predicted once a season? That's right. Now for your summer edition of Esper in the City--or rather, out of. Our latest entry opens with the camera tilted up and Terra's way, a little off-center; the camera is in her hands, or attached to her wrist, and not held level to her face. Above and behind her, a dark sky, but the stars are blurred slightly with nearby light from an unseen source, as well as the fact this is just a hand-cam recording. More tellingly is the unmistakable sound of waves cleaved by a traveling vessel. Enjoy that oceanic backdrop.]

[As for the girl, she has her green hair all tied up per usual, and overall looks relaxed. Tired, calm, but otherwise fine.]


For all the differences between our worlds... at least your ships look the same.

[A pause, because that's what she does. Ksshhh. She's looking off toward the water, and not at the camera. Enjoy these DYNAMIC ANGLES FOR STATIONARY CAMERAWORK.]

I was traveling like this before I came here. The stars were different, but the ocean sounds the same. This isn't the place I thought I'd arrive...

... but I'm not ready to go back yet. There's so much here I haven't seen, so many things I've never experienced... I spent so long adjusting to that City, I almost forgot there's still a whole world out here. [Here she turns back to the camera, a small smile pushing into her cheeks.] We'll be back... someday. I don't know when yet. We'll see.

Until then... take care, everyone!

[audio]

Feb. 25th, 2011 04:16 pm
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[Hey, it's totally not six months later! Eventually she might even get as frequent as one post a season, who knows? Anyway, it's audio, so nobody gets to boggle at palette swaps just yet.]

I don't know what I was expecting from death...



...but it wasn't that.

[There's a pause--in the distance is a car passing by, and some far-away birds, before the broadcast stops. Thanks Terra, that was totally insightful.]

[video]

Oct. 18th, 2010 04:47 pm
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[Here's a face that hasn't been seen on network for a while! If she seems familiar, it's more likely as her role as one of Osborn's Avengers than through personal acquaintance. She seems pensive.]

It's strange... I've lived in this world longer than I can remember my own, but... it's still mysterious to me. Like looking through a window, but you can't understand what people say, or why they do what they do. [The woman bows her head, tucking a loose lock of hair behind her left ear. She doesn't look at the camera when she resumes speaking.]

Today's my birthday. I'm not sure... how I know this, but it feels right to say it.

[She's still thoughtful and a little reserved, but her expression is more open and plaintively curious now.]

How... do people usually treat these? I'm almost twenty, and this is the first one I'll remember.

[video]

Apr. 23rd, 2010 08:10 pm
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[Picture opens on an unfamiliar face, off-centered; a woman, young-looking, somewhere in her teens, at the oldest early twenties. Her eyes are a deep, dark blue, like ocean waters, and her hair is a vibrant shade of green, more befitting wild plantlife. Her eyes aren't focused on the camera lens, so it's likely that she doesn't realize that it's video recording. A thumb obscures the camera for a moment, but when it clears the girl is frowning.]

Strange little thing... strange everything...

[She looks away from the device, and the camera swoops around in a dizzying view of the Porter room before the camera is blocked by a red swatch of fabric; audio, though not directed at the microphone, can still be heard.]

What is this place? Not even Vector... had machines like this.

[Clicking of heels across a hard surface; the camera catches images once more, as a door opens; the girl herself is not in-shot.]

Locke? General Leo?

... Is there anybody here? It's Terra...

[Silence. The camera swings up to the girl's face again, as she looks back to the device, but the feed abruptly clicks off.]

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