UN: CallingIt [Video damn straight] backdated 14ish

[flyguy]

[You're looking at a bridge. Asphalt, road, old rubble and garbage highlighted against a dreary noon sky. Three things are off.

i) the red dust is blowing everywhere, this way and that like a minituarized sandstorm. Maybe it just seems worse because your perspective is literally ground level.

ii) there's no sand. It might take a moment to spot what's probably become so natural (or soon will). The asphalt is as bare as the day the city was attacked. There's nothing to soften the sound of feet on the ground and keep vicious attackers at bay.

iii) you're moving. Or you seem to be. The view is crawling resolutely forward, navigating around debris with careful precision and rocking ever so slightly side to side when it traverses cracks.

What damn fool is this you may be mouthing (or maybe you switched to the sports channel, competitive wall staring). Regardless an unprompted tour of Ile Lacrox commences, working its way through the streets filled with Sound Eater birthing material (or like one street, there's like eight streets on island total, okay). It weaves in and out of the buildings, reminiscent of the rest of Reims, as its able. If characters give directions in the comments it might (!!!) even follow their suggestions/demands (if Tony's feeling generous, he might just do a donut to fuck with you).

Eventually after eight minutes or so the viewpoint approaches its apparent nemesis. Stairs. There's a silent showdown before the viewpoint begins to retreat and

—krinkle

The sound of a wrapper being disturbed. Almost instantaneously the viewpoint is upended as a Sound Eater pounces on it, rending, ripping, doing what Sound Eaters do. The viewpoint hits the ground and stares at the remains of a tortured rc car before going offline.]


((ooc: Tony will be replying with Rei's device [Pilot00] as his was the sacrifice to the Science Gods. He and Rei will both be answering folks, characters can have fun guessing which they're getting replies from. This has been Ile Lacrox: don't u fookn tell me what to do horror dangers, a documentary by Tony Stark and Rei Ayanami.))

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[justbeingknife]

[ The fading light of dusk was a magical time, a time when a young man's fancy turned to downing a nice, stiff drink. In any case, the man who opened the door gave Tony a polite nod before motioning for him to come on inside.

Once they were indoors, Majima would head to the kitchen, leaving Tony to follow directly or wander around a little first, depending on his mood. He'd only been here for a short while, but it was a simple matter to locate a couple of glasses. ]

You like it neat or what?

[flyguy]

[Tony not so subtilely looked around a bit. The layout was the same as the house he was staying in. Convenient. And a piece of knowledge that might eventually come in handy so he tucked it away. Finally following Majima into the kitchen he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jumpsuit. ...He really needed to get a better cut of clothing. If not something more to his tastes then at least something that correctly fit him.]

Is there even an option? But also: yes.

[justbeingknife]

[ He wasn't going to futz around with ice cubes, being as how Majima was trying to err on the side of quiet here. But they did have some water at least.

In any case, none of the other residents were tooling around the kitchen; if there was anyone else around, they might've been in their rooms.

Majima set the glasses down quietly, one for both -- this was one case where coasters came in handy. Then he put out a hand about halfway with a questioning look, as if to ask if Tony wanted to pour. ]

[flyguy]

[Pulling out the cork with a slow, smooth wiggle to avoid sound, Tony tips the bottle towards the first glass. In an equally specific stream down the side of the glass he pours a shot. The second glass comes next and then he grabs a dish towel to seat the bottle on. It's all a masterpiece of silent cinema, Tony's just waiting for the world to turn black and white with bad exposure.

He cannot get a room soundproofed fast enough. He is over creeping around like a mouse. He was over it in the first half hour. Picking up the glass nearer to him he raised it in an half toast. To dealing with stress. Being stuck in a bad horror movie. Not having died yet. One of those things.]

[justbeingknife]

[ Majima raised an eyebrow in silent appreciation -- nice pour, and this was coming from a former cabaret manager. He matched Tony's half toast and took a swallow of the whiskey. The way he closed his eye and tilted his head slightly to the side suggested the drink had agreed with him.

That'd simply have to do in this new world, where finishing a drink off and thunking the empty glass down on the counter in appreciation was no longer on option. Majima reached for his phone. ]

Hell of a lot better than that campfire moonshine.