20 January 2012 @ 12:16 am
[This video, upside down and shaky, is clearly being shot by someone who has no idea what they're doing. She's talking too loudly at it, looking in the wrong spot, and it's obviously a miracle she managed to turn it on at all]

--some trick of that man's, I swear I'll box his ears myself! Where am I this time? Really, these wizards--nothing's safe in a wizard's house! Can't even go out the dratted door anymore without turning up who-knows-where, quite on my own, quite at the mercy of odd little madmen trying to tell me I'm imaginary. Turning me out without so much as a "by your leave" and only this useless thing to talk to. I don't suppose this is something like Wales again...not that Wales would be much better, actually, I would really rather it not be Wales if it can help it...

And you, [she looks down at the camera, giving it a dizzying shake] what use you're supposed to be I've no idea. I don't know how you're even supposed to--what's that light mean? What're you doing? No no no, stop--

[and obediently, the video ends.]
 
 
Satonaka Chie
20 January 2012 @ 05:19 pm
I guess... I'm glad that we're all alive!

Sorry I haven't been around much since.  There's just been, um, a lot to deal with.
 
 
coimiceoir
20 January 2012 @ 09:49 pm
[Well, someone's finally figured out that camera option.  The video whips about, smoothly, but too fast to be handled by an experienced cameraman.  And it moves in strange ways - one moment three or four feet off the ground, then shooting straight up into the branches of a tree, weaving about at dizzying speed in and out of the long leaves and vines.  Then it somersaults to mere inches above the soil and snakes through the underbrush, focusing on the glitter of a beetle, a shimmering spider's web, a moth blending into the bark of the nearest tree.  This wild, stomach-churning ride is accompanied by a soundtrack of high, girlish laughter that fades in and out depending on how fascinated the cameraman is on any particular subject.  The roller coaster finally stops at the crown of an enormous deciduous tree and pans slowly across the vista of heavily wooded mountain slopes.  An arrogant young girl's voice, with a very clear Irish accent, comes from someone off-screen.]

This is nothing like my forest.  It's younger.  And wetter.  The air's all thick with water, and there's no guardian!  Not one as good as me, anyway.  The animals were frightened of me, at first, and that's a sure sign.  Comes of letting all these people ruin the forest.  They'll learn better.  Till I can find my way home, I'll take care of this place.  It will be MINE.

[The last word comes out in an intense, sing-song whisper, and leaves a sort of odd ringing in the ears of the watcher.  The camera promptly dives straight for the ground and shuts off just before impact.]
 
 
location: Forest
mood: relieved
 
 
Commander Jae Shepard
20 January 2012 @ 09:51 pm
All right. Two weeks ago we hiked to the volcano and back. Last week we had a game called on account of apocalypse. This weekend we're doing a lap around the island. Should be an easy hike, no more than thirty kilometers a day. Who's up for it? I've got all the gear we'll need.

Seta, I'm holding a spot for you.