ceiling_cat: looking away (sky's awful blue)
[The video jars on with a crunching noise, and a wild blur of sky and ground and wall, and then another crunch and blur before it hits the ground for a third time and comes to a stop. Good thing the PCDs are sturdy.

It steadies on a view of Hanekoma swinging in decreasing circles, upside down, one foot firmly caught in a man-sized rope snare.

Distantly, a good ear might make out some really imaginative swearing. Looks like he's found one of those shiny new traps. He struggles to get at his foot for several minutes, then his head turns, checking to either side, and a large pair of white wings unfold out of nothingness behind him.

A couple of seconds of energetic flapping shakes a couple palm-sized bits of down loose and gets him close enough to upright to slash that rope. His landing is nearly graceful, and he reaches down to pick up the PCD -

And then notices it's broadcasting.

For an instant, he looks furious, and then the expression is erased by a wry smirk.]


Watch your step, guys an' girls. Looks like we've got a prankster runnin' arou--

[His sentence ends abruptly as his sunglasses clamp teeth down on his nose. The feed ends a split second later.]
ceiling_cat: serious expression, cigarette in hand (bad habit break)
[Hanekoma's found a smooth flat rock and another, cupped one somewhere; the PCD set up on his windowsill catches his face and part of the stone, scraping rhythmically as he grinds something to powder between the two. He glances sideways at it.]

So we've got tombstones out there now, huh. Guess the city's gettin' itself decorated for the holidays... though we're a little late for Obon here. Haven't heard of anybody havin' trouble with the fog -- did I miss anythin' or is that part just window dressin'?

[He's silent for a moment, the sound of stone on stone filling the pause. Attention still on his work, he eventually speaks offhandedly.]

It's interestin', too. I've spotted a few familiar names already.

[No one he didn't already know was dead; but then, he doesn't have too many friends who aren't. Goes with the territory. A few more swipes, and he lifts a hand, rubbing black powder thoughtfully between thumb and forefingers..]

About right... Oh yeah, if anybody has a decent knife or some carpentry tools they're willin' to trade, I'm takin' commissions for small murals. Landscape, modern, portrait, we can talk. It'll be monochrome unless you've got extra paint colors squirreled away.
ceiling_cat: Hanekoma with white feathered wings (no hesitation)
Hey, Willow! Sorry for takin' so long, I think I've got something workin' most of the time. Bit busy last week.

[Between apple picking, scavenging and crisis management... what he wouldn't give for some nice convenient civilization.] Can send it by if ya wanna take a look.

Second order a business: anybody here keep chickens, and how much you want in trade for a layin' hen or two? I can try scavengin' up some stuff for ya, bang together furniture, your call. Any other kind of bird's fine too, just so long as the eggs're a decent size. Thanks.

Locked to Joshua )
ceiling_cat: Hanekoma with white feathered wings (Default)
[The video clicks on and plays over part of a vividly colored graffiti mural – only part, because it cuts off sharply after three feet as the wall entirely changes color and composition. Half of a guy on a skateboard is visible before the cutoff line.] Would ya look at that? Heartbreakin'. Awful clean edge for new construction, too.

Whoever's doin' the décor and staffin' around here oughta think a little harder about what they're draggin' in.

[A hand reaches into the frame, rubbing a finger absently over the dividing line on the wall, and the video snaps off. Audio continues, the voice deliberately casual.] Now, from all the chatter I'm hearin' on this thing I've got plenty of company. Anybody got a minute to clue a guy in?

Wouldn't mind directions back to Shibuya either, but I'll take directions to the nearest civilized chunk of this place if that's all ya got. [He chuckles.] I could use a cuppa coffee. Somethin' tells me I got up on the wrong side of the bed.

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