[video]

Jun. 29th, 2011 10:24 pm
dreamermoa: (turning away)
[A darkened hotel room - one of those in Spero, for those of you keeping track. The view is at an odd angle, as though perhaps it turned on accidentally. In the gloom you can pick out the back of Moa's head, against the far side of the bed.

There's a shuffling noise, some rattling, and a tinny voice speaks up.
]

I love you.

[Nothing moves. The rattling begins again, and a bird's foot comes into view.]

I love you. [Again there's no response. The bird whistles like a tea kettle, it's head bobbing into view.] I love you. You're such a pretty bird.

[The girl doesn't move. It howls like a wolf, obviously trying to get her attention by now.]

You're such a pretty bird.



What a good boy.


I love you.

I love you.


[The feed times out.]
dreamermoa: (turning away)
[And trailing in at the end of the event is a Moa. Friends and family may have heard that she knocked her head and was thus unable to go on the Spero trip, and visitors may have noticed that she was a little more loopy than usual - but still, it wasn't a bad bump, and other than the trip she's been fine.

She is apparently not fine right now. She is in fact just sitting there, on the edge of the bed, crystal in hand. It's hard to see it, but if you turn the volume up there's a bit of sound:

"She must have...[...]...taken. [...] I'm sorry."

There are gulls in the background. Someone sighs and murmurs something meant to be comforting. There is a silence, a silence where things should be said and they aren't, things should be done, but there's no direction to anything. Someone is walking away.

To the uncaring maybe it means nothing. But the ache here is practically tangible. From the crystal, a girl begins to cry.
]
dreamermoa: (I'm here and waiting for you)
....Sorata's gone. Shuichi, too.

....Giovanni? Do you think you could come watch inventory for a few days?



[....]


If I left....and came back, without knowing this place anymore...what would you do?
dreamermoa: (desperate)
[Moa's plant is growing plump-looking peaches, but Moa is not a happy peach. She stares at the communicator for a moment and then buries her head in her pillow.]

I miss Daniel.

An' Hawkeye.

An' Link.

An' Ness.
dreamermoa: (WUAGH)
[And here is a Moa in some old clothing - they look a little like what she is passing for pajamas. Her hair has been tied up in several spots, making this a little comical - and there's also a small black fuzzball on top of her head.


SHRIIIIEEEEEEEK.
]
dreamermoa: (/peek)
...that was exciting.

Damage report? Roll call! Is everyone okay?

[ooc: yay sleep time tags tomorrow love love]
dreamermoa: (desperate)
....

You didn't - do it on purpose. I - I know that. You're...going to come back for me.....after everything...

[her voice cracks.]

It's okay. I'm not - angry. I'll be okay.

[she's trying not to cry, not until she gets the communicator out of her hands at least...]

H-Hawkeye, can I...come stay with you? F-for a little bit. Just....

[mission fail. The tears are falling.]

Feel kind of lonely.
dreamermoa: (desperate)
Sorata...? I got grass seeds from the Scientists. Yorda, Lexaeus, will you help us plant them so they'll grow....?

I found a cookbook, too. At least I think it's a cookbook. You spell "cook" like see oh oh kay, right? See, in Orokan you only need one symbol for "cook". English is weird.

....I hope everyone is okay. And not trying to kill each other. Is Demyx....are we still having, um, Discomas? What do you do for...Discomas? Dress up please?

Can't sleep anymore.

EDIT

[caRASH.]

M -

Mom?!

No. Mom, Mommy -

[Moa scratches and tosses at the blankets on Integra's bed, as though she were only hiding, as though perhaps making a mess of the covers will bring her back into sight.]

No, no no no no NO!

MOM!
dreamermoa: (desperate)
[whimpering. She sounds hoarse.]

I hate....being sick....


mmmmmmh....

is everyone okay....?

hh -


[ooc: hi moa is spending the day throwing up. :<]

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