irregular: (going it alone)
[Well, someone isn't looking too healthy.

[Ken looks like he's been fighting, and quite possibly up all night. One of his eyes is swollen shut, there's an obvious bruise on his jaw and a cut on his brow. Honestly, he should just stop trying to walk to take-outs. Nothing good ever comes of it.

[As to what he's doing now, he's trying to prise a purple stone off his forehead with his fingernails using the Dreamberry camera as a mirror, because it shouldn't be there and it needs to go and if he was in the bathroom he'd have to stand. The obvious downside to this - that if the camera's on he's being recorded - doesn't seem to have occurred to him. Maybe if he didn't feel so damn tired--]


Ow!

[He rubs at his brow. All he's done is give himself a rather nasty-looking scratch.]

Dammit.

[Ken sighs. Rubs one eye with the heel of his hand. Clearly this isn't working and he needs a better plan. Getting up, he wanders around for a moment and returns with a pair of craft scissors. He slumps heavily back down before the camera, carefully opening the scissors so the blades are bared. On that note, the feed times out.

[Somebody save this idiot from himself. Please.]
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.]