[video]

Oct. 23rd, 2010 12:01 am
blastiafreak: (shock)
[It's midnight and the end of the curse has finally arrived. The video feed begins with a loud clatter as the device hits the floor and faces, at an angle, the edge of a desk and the person hunched over it.

Rita's awoken with a violent start from the nightmares and is gasping in air as if she hasn't been breathing. Nervously, she runs her hands over various areas to make sure they're intact--her neck, her chest, her limbs--everything checks out okay. Distractedly, she mumbles to herself.]


W-was...that all...I-I was a-asleep this wh-whole time?

[Her voice trembles uncontrollably, no thanks to the very vivid memories of all those horrifying nightmares. Drawing her knees up and huddling in a ball in her chair, she tries to banish the lingering fear.]

C-come on, Rita...s-snap out of it...

[Eventually her breathing returns to a normal rate, if still shaky. Rita stays huddled up in her chair though, too exhausted to do much but thinking there's no way in hell she's going back to sleep for a while.

The video turns off on its own, never noticed by her.]

[video]

Sep. 15th, 2010 01:46 pm
blastiafreak: (grouch)
[Genius mage is not impressed today. She's holding a book over her head, fortune cookies bouncing off of it every so often. The smashed pieces and charred paper sitting on a desk in front of her show that, yes, she opened one. However, there's something else she needs to address right now.]

...About all that translation work I wanted done on my research--don't bother. They've all turned back to normal. What a waste of time...

[Another cookie incoming!]


So what are these supposed to be?
blastiafreak: ([manga] ima ignore you)
[The screen is focused on Rita, who is approaching along the beach from several dozen feet away. The communicator itself is sitting pretty on the doorstep of the beach house, like a puppy waiting for its owner. Or not.

However, Rita herself is covered in smudges of dirt from head to toe. It appears she's been out all night, doing...something. As she notices the device, she glares at it.]


Again? This isn't even a surprise anymore.

[That's all she says to it as she rather angrily and forcefully punches the buttons to turn it off, heading inside the house.

ooc: Backdated to very early morning! Following this, she got a bit worried. Someone has dug up Estelle's "grave" and having found nothing, is both pissed off and somewhat relieved. And may also seem slightly suspicious, but she swears she doesn't have a brain slug.

Also, off to work soon, so replies will come in a few hours.]

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