[The video cuts in to show Ken frowning down into the camera, breathing a little too hard and too fast, and biting his lip. Clearly he is looking for something in one of the Dreamberry's menus, jabbing at the keys beneath the screen; just as clearly he triggered the video feed in the process. The image shakes: he's grasping the Dreamberry as firmly as he can, but it doesn't seem to stop his hands from trembling. Confusion crosses his face for a moment or two as he tries to work out why the screen's changed, then he mutters a frustrated curse, but the audio doesn't seem to pick it up.
[The picture cartwheels madly as he tosses the Dreamberry onto the bank he's sitting on. When it lands and the tumbling stops, the screen shows nothing but a slice of sky, thin skeins of clouds drifting overhead. Sixty seconds later, the feed times out.]
[OOC: Ken's been dead for a week after Muraki murdered him, and has lost his voice as a penalty. Replies will be in the form of text messages, or possibly charades.]
[The picture cartwheels madly as he tosses the Dreamberry onto the bank he's sitting on. When it lands and the tumbling stops, the screen shows nothing but a slice of sky, thin skeins of clouds drifting overhead. Sixty seconds later, the feed times out.]
[OOC: Ken's been dead for a week after Muraki murdered him, and has lost his voice as a penalty. Replies will be in the form of text messages, or possibly charades.]
[text]
Date: 2010-11-12 05:23 am (UTC)Are you sure? Did you need anything? Some soup perhaps or tea?
[text]
Date: 2010-11-13 04:26 am (UTC)thanks for asking tho i apreciate it
[Ken really hopes that sounds reassuring enough. He doesn't want to make her worry.]