irregular: (bats aren't bugs?)
[This isn't so much an accidental video as it is a deeply impulsive one, because some people never learn. The feed clicks on to show Ken, still dressed in a coat and scarf with snow melting on his shoulders, standing in an apartment kitchen surrounded by brown paper shopping bags, holding the camera about a foot or so from his face.]

Hey, guys. I have a question.

[Serious face on.]

Is it starve a fever and feed a cold? Or is it the other way round? See, my roommate's sick and I just got all this stuff and I don't normally - I don't get colds so I'm kinda... what do you do for them? Should she be eating or not and is packet soup okay, I'm not that great at cooking or anything so I don't wanna poison her and - and maybe I should call a doctor.

Okay. Is there a doctor out there? Who isn't Muraki? I think I need a doctor. Not for me!
irregular: (at least this houseplant loves me)
[Unfiltered. Let's see how long it takes Ken to realize this.]

[Ken sits on the edge of the fountain in Espoir, frowning into the camera in aggrieved confusion, as if it personally has done him some disservice.]

Uh... this is probably gonna sound dumb but Does anyone know what kind of stuff you get a girl you like that isn't totally stupid or creepy?

[The head and neck of a toy giraffe are just visible in the lower right hand corner of the frame. Ken glances over at it as he speaks, then shoves it quickly down in an attempt to get it out of shot, without any real noticeable success. An awkward look flickers across his face. Great, so he's already seriously regretting deciding to ask this question and he hasn't even finished saying it yet...]

And I'm not gonna do flowers.

[The feed cuts off quickly.]
irregular: (what'd i miss?)
[Have a very, very rumpled and bleary-eyed Ken, rubbing at his eyes with one hand as he struggles to get his Dreamberry working with the other. Triggering the video feed was not what he had in mind, but either he hasn't noticed that small detail or simply doesn't care.

[He yawns, incompletely covering his mouth with his hand, and blinks a couple of times and for some reason he's got a horrible feeling he's late for work. In fact he's got a feeling he is incredibly late for work, so late that if he was anyone else doing any other job he'd probably have been five minutes away from a pink slip. How long's he been asleep for, anyway? Don't these things have the time on them somewhe--]


... this thing working? Wait, what date's everyone else got?!
irregular: (say that again-- actually don't.)
[The voice feed cuts in, but for a moment there's nothing to hear. Just the sound of rustling leaves and branches, and the whip of wind, and someone cursing softly and indistinctly under their breath as they attempt to grapple with the not-Dreamberry thing.

[Then a voice. Young, male, a little panicked.]


Uh, hello? Can anybody hear me?

I'm, um... This is gonna sound stupid but I'm up on top of a tree and I'm a bit... well... I've got stuck! [Giggling. Slightly hysterical, that giggling]. I don't think I'm gonna fall but it's kinda a bit whoops--

[Static for a moment, then the voice cuts back in.]

--ddamn Dreamberry!

Does anyone have a ladder?

[On the plus side, the view is great.]
irregular: (can't you go to hell for that?)
[Filtered from Weiss]

[Ken, wearing a blue apron, is standing in what appears to be the stockroom of Nectar.]

So...

[He hesitates for a moment, gazing around himself apprehensively, clearly worried he might be overheard. When he turns back to the screen, he closes his eyes briefly and takes a deep breath, as if steeling himself for something.]

What would it take to make you decide you couldn't be yourself any more?