[Video] Week 34 - Friday Evening

[wisdom_of_hounds]

So about this fog...

[Hey guys, there's a redhead on your network looking magnificently scruffy. That is full Irish beard right there. Actually... that's way more than a week's growth for those of you that knew he was leaving. He's currently sprawled out on the stone floor of his cavern hideaway, holding his arm up so the video's looking down on him.]

I was hoping to make it back into town today but apparently Verdana had other ideas. [And there's a knowing smirk that comes with that because he at least has spent most of the last weeks (as far as he knows) talking to her.]

So, I don't know when I'm going to be able to get back but... [His free hand comes up to thread through his shaggy crimson curls.] Anyone out there good with a pair of scissors?

[Private to Lyall]

As soon as this damn fog clears we need to go hunting... Oberon is bored out of his mind and we both need to stretch our legs. You in?

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[fotlenke]

[ Sigyn hadn't seen someone who looked like Atticus in a long while. And when she sees him on the network, she first thinks Asgard, but the way the man speaks is...not Asgard. Not even in Realms such as Niflheim!

When the video turns on, Sigyn can be seen nestled against the body of her horse, the tricky Serrure. As she had recently used powerful magics, she still retains her goddess glow, although perhaps, it could be the lightings in the stables. ]

You do not need scissors, Sir. You require a good brush and a proper stylist. [ So where is Lofn when you need her? All the time, Sigyn's sister Lofn does enjoy making little dolls out of her sisters, teasing and playing with their hair. She can work miracles! ]

[Audio]

[professorwolf]

[It takes a little bit for Lyall to reply. Mostly because he keeps dropping the bloody aethographer, and his fingers can't seem to operate it properly. But he finally manages, and also manages not to open the video function. That part is on purpose.]

Good evening. I think it's evening. I can hit wolf form, anyway, so it must be evening.

Pardon. As soon as this bloody fog clears, a hunt would be quite nice. It will be nicer when I can see straight and don't keep chasing imaginary scents. Managed to get myself mucked up lost. Very clever, I know.

[He does sound a little out of it, and rather more emotive than their last conversations.]

[Video]

[tallymarks]

[Excuse the off-center video and poor lighting; while she might have the basics down, video phones are not Belle's forte.]

I know my way around a pair of scissors. Though I'm sure the villagers must have a barber somewhere.

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[akito]

I could escort you to the city
I can move the fog out of the way
Just a bit
But enough to make a path.

[Video]

[lanfear]

[For an instant, Lanfear almost passes over this broadcast like she had others. But beard reminded her of that Aybara boy, one of Al'Thor's companions though, and that sent up enough of a reminder that she was so very, very far away from home. Alone. And without Lews Therin or even the boy he'd been reborn as.

And that, at least, gave her a reason to at least respond in a somewhat unsteady voice.]

The fog is...rather thick. I've seen nothing like it before, ever. Stay indoors, I've already seen one woman driven mad by it's touch.

[Video]

[rhapsoidein]

[Oh look, it's the previously white haired dying woman now with a full head of red hair, though there are still some white hairs. Very few though. Also, her previously gray eyes are now very blue and even emitting a glow. She raises a brow at the video.]

Well, it's a good idea Verdana told you to stay there. It's been rather... hectic, around here.

[She already had her own close call with the fog. Luckily, Sephiroth got her out of there in time. But ugh, she hated staying indoors.]

Sorry, but no scissors. I'm sure there's someone out here with some, though. [She gives him a small grin.] By the way, the beard is rather fetching~.

[SHE HAS A THING FOR SCRUFFY BEARDS. Just ask Angeal, who she liked to poke whenever he forgot to shave.]

[pepperspray]

[From the sounds in the background, Pepper's apartment is hosting a party, and someone's either won or lost soundly at a card game. She herself is in her kitchen, judging by the backdrop, and is taking a moment to catch up on network messages while getting another round of snacks on the go. Taking in the general aura of beardliness, she dimples as she sends a reply.]

Judging by the delay in timestamps, I'm sure you've probably already gotten five offers for a haircut, and possibly one for a young chicken, considering the randomness of some of our shipmates, but if you still need help with the more, um, civilized facets of life here, I have a few contacts.

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[redledgerdays]

Verdana seems particularly good at ruining others' plans.

[there's a bit of a smirk in her voice]