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[the video starts up accidentally--which is really no surprised since it always does. It's evening time, so the room is looking a little dark but for the glow of the two alien moons hanging in the sky.
There's a quiet creek, and Lana suddenly comes into view, walking away from the communicator and to a different part of the room. She stops infront of a bed and sits on it, turning slightly to the left. It's hard to see, due to the low resolution of the screens, but Lana smiles quietly as she strokes the top of her little sisters head.]
Oh Ema... I forgot, sometimes...
[A minute passes, as Lana is quietly sitting, then gives a quiet sigh. Nine years ago. Reluctantly standing back up, she turns and pulls the sheets over Ema, who shifts slightly in her sleep--funny sleeper that she is. A moment as she straightens the sheets out again, then turns back to her own bed and picks the communicator back up. There's a long pause, and a slight growl--hunger? But it's hardly noticeable.
The feed times out--]
[Text || 70% locked from Gant]
Recently a man has arrived in the city by the name of Damon Gant. To anyone who have already interacted with him, or may happen to meet him, please be wary of his character.
Additionally, may I speak with a Miss Moa?
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((ooc; oh, right! Lana isn't going to be particularly chatty onnaccount of she's not feeling so good from the lack of food & supplies.))
There's a quiet creek, and Lana suddenly comes into view, walking away from the communicator and to a different part of the room. She stops infront of a bed and sits on it, turning slightly to the left. It's hard to see, due to the low resolution of the screens, but Lana smiles quietly as she strokes the top of her little sisters head.]
Oh Ema... I forgot, sometimes...
[A minute passes, as Lana is quietly sitting, then gives a quiet sigh. Nine years ago. Reluctantly standing back up, she turns and pulls the sheets over Ema, who shifts slightly in her sleep--funny sleeper that she is. A moment as she straightens the sheets out again, then turns back to her own bed and picks the communicator back up. There's a long pause, and a slight growl--hunger? But it's hardly noticeable.
The feed times out--]
[Text || 70% locked from Gant]
Recently a man has arrived in the city by the name of Damon Gant. To anyone who have already interacted with him, or may happen to meet him, please be wary of his character.
Additionally, may I speak with a Miss Moa?
[/End Text]
((ooc; oh, right! Lana isn't going to be particularly chatty onnaccount of she's not feeling so good from the lack of food & supplies.))
