Ned → River (locked) § Video 02 § Day 68

[nedofpies]

[ The problem with Ned having a communication device attached to his wrist at all times is that it makes drunk dialing very, very easy. So, after he has deposits Charlie back at his house, it gets into Ned's head that he really ought to call River. It doesn't occur to him how late it is, but he does have the presence of mind to (after a great deal of effort) fix the settings so the video will go only to her.

So River's going to be getting a screenful of very drunk Ned, his hair a mess and his cheeks and nose red with intoxication. But, at least, he's smiling ]

Hey, River. Y'there? Hello?

video | 004

[magnets]

[ The camera turns on just as Jesse mops a hand over his face, tiredly or some such. It's been a long day and it's quiet, the too kind of quiet that he can't find himself really handling all too well. ] So, uh. I was thinkin'.

[ What was he thinking? He takes a nervous drag off a cigarette as his hand comes back to settle on the back of his neck instead, and he earnestly regards the camera. ]

Anyone feel like doin' somethin'? Guess this place doesn't have, y'know, anything real cool. Like go karts or movies or whatever. Guess there's nothin' on the tube but static. [ Which he's been watching for the last hour, but that's nobody's business. ]

I don't know, this place got board games or anything? What's, uh. What's anyone gotta do for fun around here, am I right?

accidental video: (morning: day 69)

[charring]

[It's obvious this is accidental video. The angle is sideways and shaky and the owner of said device isn't in view. Whoever it is, they're at the park and they're setting something up on a picnic table, one that's slightly a ways off from the others.

There's a brief view of Charlie, the girl clearly oblivious to the fact that it's recording, and then there is a view of a row of cans set up in a line. Some of them are dented, some look like they've been burned in spots.

Charlie moves away from the table, standing a couple yards away from the table. Her device shows part of the table, again at that awkward angle from before.

Nothing happens at first but then, there's a hissing sound and a bright flash of orange-yellow light. A small ball of fire (yes, fire) flies at the first can in a row, knocking it off the table. This happens over and over until all of the cans have been knocked away and then Charlie moves to set them up again.

It's when she bends to pick up the first can that Charlie notices the device is on. She sighs, rolling her eyes and her shoulders slump in mild defeat. She offers a half-smile, one that doesn't have a lick of amusement in it, before she turns the device off without saying a single word.]

[ooc: open to action, too! because charlie needs the stress in her life.]

002 | 2014!Castiel | [video / action] | Day 68

[perfectantidote]

 [For the past week, Cas has been holed up in the attic of House 16. As it turns ou, being sucked dry - heh - by an incubus takes quite a lot out of you. Fun as it may have been at the time, that particular part isn't something he's all too hot on repeating. On the upside the near-deah-experience of tumbling with a creature feeding on sexual energy has pretty much answered any and all questions he may have had in regards to asphyxiation with a big fat 'yeah, I don't think so'. 

Right now, he's hanging out in the gazebo. Yeah, the very place the other Castiel, the real Castiel, is so very fond of, because Cas here is nothing if not a fan of self-flaggelation and bittersweet irony. Plus, of course, the pretty structure is made more interesting by the memory of dry-humping beneath it. 

Good times. 

Cas scrunches up his face, thoughts tumbling away from him like water droplets sliding down a window. At least the stuffy cotton kind of feeling is gone from his mind, which leaves him debating the little orange bottle in his pocket. Gotta stretch it out though, it's not gonna last forever. 

Damn. 

Sitting lotus-style, he presses buttons until the video feed clicks on. Yeah, he's still not all that hot on anything that's more technical than a gun, truth be told.]

So my dear, fellow... uh... residents of this lovely little... [He looks around, fishing for words] ... speck of dust somewhere within or without the universe. Not very spiriual, this place, isn't it. What exactly is it that you people... do, all day long, whenever you don't transform into, you know, illustrous monsters and creatures. [Good times, indeed.] As much as all he tension in my place of residence is amusing to watch, downtime can be spent in a number of ways much more, uh... enlightening and relaxing, but I digress. I'm thinking of... well, cleaning my gun, and since I'm actually not attempting to be terribly clever with puns just this once, this means I'll be wildly bored. Come on, humor me a little. [He grins, but his eyes dart away from the camera.] And the, uh, first person who asks why the trench coat is missing gets my thanks for volunteering as a practice target oh so kindly.