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tvk2011-10-07 08:44 pm
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♫2 - Dispossession
[Audio; Mid-afternoon]
[There's no video, but the uncertain tone in Devola's voice would paint a fairly accurate picture of her expression for someone with a half-decent imagination.]
Another round of it, huh... I guess it goes without saying, but I'm gonna go ahead and say it anyway; with all the recent... stuff, noone should be going out alone. Not during the Dark Hour, at least. Buddy system, people. Call it a gut feeling, but anything else would be riskier than usual. I'd really rather not see any of you washing up, so to speak.
[Action; Late afternoon/early evening.]
[Anyone in the park with a keen ear might pick up an unnatural sound, light, twinkling and very much different from the natural noises in the park. Following it to the source is simple enough, despite the random off-and-on nature of the sound.
Devola sits at one of the park's tables, tinkering with a small pile of metal, to one side is the box said metal should be inside of, and to the other is a piece of paper she seems to be jotting notes down onto - or perhaps creating a diagram. Whatever the case, she seems rather engrossed in whatever it is she's working upon.
What better way to deal with a rash of unexplained deaths than to focus on something else, right?]
[There's no video, but the uncertain tone in Devola's voice would paint a fairly accurate picture of her expression for someone with a half-decent imagination.]
Another round of it, huh... I guess it goes without saying, but I'm gonna go ahead and say it anyway; with all the recent... stuff, noone should be going out alone. Not during the Dark Hour, at least. Buddy system, people. Call it a gut feeling, but anything else would be riskier than usual. I'd really rather not see any of you washing up, so to speak.
[Action; Late afternoon/early evening.]
[Anyone in the park with a keen ear might pick up an unnatural sound, light, twinkling and very much different from the natural noises in the park. Following it to the source is simple enough, despite the random off-and-on nature of the sound.
Devola sits at one of the park's tables, tinkering with a small pile of metal, to one side is the box said metal should be inside of, and to the other is a piece of paper she seems to be jotting notes down onto - or perhaps creating a diagram. Whatever the case, she seems rather engrossed in whatever it is she's working upon.
What better way to deal with a rash of unexplained deaths than to focus on something else, right?]