irregular: (say what?)
Dream Effects: A slight feeling of disconnection. Confusion, lots of it, and the dawning awareness that you're having a (rather weird) dream.
Warnings: Rampant symbolism. Forgive me.

Decisions. )

[Ken wakes up with the lingering feeling that he's missed something; he's not entirely surprised to realize that the stupid Dreamberry didn't miss a thing. Well, he probably was overdue for it. Could have been worse, he guesses. At least this time it wasn't stupidly embarrassi--

[Wait. What the Hell date is that supposed to be?]


... damn, how long was I asleep?
irregular: (well that doesn't look right)
[Ken's already clicked the feed on, but he hesitates for a moment before speaking, trying to compose his thoughts.

[He's not really sure on the protocol for situations like this. He's not even sure this counts as a situation. Dominic's a grown man and he can look after himself and it's not like it's unusual to go a while without hearing from him. Ken's being an idiot over this whole thing, but--

[--but something just feels strange, that's all.]


Has anyone heard from Dominic lately? That's Dominic Sorel. He's a, uh... [Dammit, what does he do again?] We're friends. I went to drop some stuff round and he wasn't in and it's kinda weird, so--

[You're babbling.]

Well I kinda wondered if anyone's heard from him is all. I-- thanks.

[OOC: Takes place after this post of Dominic's, for obvious reasons.]
irregular: (that could have gone better)
[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.]
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: (i have a cunning plan)
Huh.

[Ken stands in his living room holding the Dreamberry. He checks it's recording, then sets it on the arm of the couch. He picks up a small hi-bounce ball and throws it overarm against the living-room wall. It bounces off; he catches it in his palm. He repeats the process a couple more times just to be sure, then pockets the ball and picks up the Dreamberry again.]

Okay. Okay.

[He walks up to the wall. Taps it. Leans against it. Scrapes at the paint with a fingernail. Sticks his hand through it. Takes it out. Looks at it. Looks at the wall. Repeats the process a couple more times then - clearly bracing himself - walks forward.

[For a moment the recording goes black. When the screen flickers back into life, it's to give everybody at home a good view of the corridor outside his apartment.]


Is anybody else having problems with their walls?