¡peligro! x 001 x audio/video

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[The audio feed is a mess of scuffling and cursing. That's the sound of the fountain, there's the sound of your broadcaster stumbling and hitting the ground (with a squeak, so enjoy that), and--ah--

[Here's the video. It's hard to see him immediately; his fingers scraping and scrambling over the screen do a pretty good job of hiding his face--and his expression, crunched tight in panic and confusion and anger--] No. No, no! get off! Fuckers, you sh-shitsucking bastards, you don't get me. You don't get me, I fucking swear, I will zap every last one of you cumstains-- [Where does it break it has to be breakable everything breaks how do you get this thing off?!

[What did you want him to notice it's on? Maybe later. Excuse him as he bites at the wristband of the communicator.]

Comments

[goodluckkobra]

Look, I don't know how this stuff works. Dan is from the year like eleventy-billion and half the people here at least are from before the Wars. Shit's weird.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

Shit's weird! [Eyes pinch shut, hands twisting into the back of his hair.] I don't wanna meet your friends! I don't--do you trust them?

[goodluckkobra]

Yeah, Party, I do. They have my back and I have theirs.

[He eyes one of the cameras.]

You wanna get some food or something?

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[He's obviously skeptical of that, but he's distracted by the look at the camera, but the question. Poison sets his jaw, arms curling around his stomach.] I can eat. Whattawe do? [See also: where are we stealing it from?]

[goodluckkobra]

There might be food at the diner. Kurt keeps cooking awesome things. He's like a five star chef, but tiny.

[He grabs Party's arm and starts to walk towards the diner.]