first hand: [Audio/Video Post]

[liberatingamble.livejournal.com]

[Observers of the mooglenet are probably noticing an audio post that appears to be entirely unintentional--which, in fact, it is. It's mostly scuffling and mechanical sounds amid a background of falling rain, but snatches of groans and a man's voice--tired, annoyed, and sounding like he would prefer to be back in bed--can be heard amongst the rustles, clicks, and whumfs.]

--what kind of contraption--

Edgar, you and your--[static, click, BEEPBEEPBEEP]--drop this by me--[vwrrrvwrrVWRRRRRRR beeeeeeeeebeebeebeep]--a submersible castle but he can't write some directions, I'll...

[With a click and a flash of light, it is now a video post! On the other side of the screen a youngish man, horribly scarred and drowned-man-pale, with messy silver hair, is also reacting to this revelation, squeezing his eyes shut and clutching at his head.]

Oh Gods--Gods, my head... Should have stopped after the eighth one. What's this... [He's pausing to study the screen and interface more, squinting a lot. This would be so much easier if he wasn't quite obviously hungover. As he's looking it over, anyone who can tear their eyes from a badly scarred albino is probably noticing the rainy, gloomy sights of Burmecia behind him, though he's taken shelter under an eave.] ...Recording? There must be another one in Figaro, then... [He closes his eyes, pinches the bridge of his nose, then begins speaking in a more measured tone.] Edgar, this joke is no longer funny. Where did you hide the Falcon, and where did you drop me off? At least tell me you have coffee prepared.

[His tone changes as he begins fiddling with the device in an attempt to turn it off for now.] Damn this weather...it reeks of wet choco--what?! [Nudge. Nudge. Kweh!] No--! Down, girl--[Headbutt. Kweeeeeh.] Get away! I don't--[Oh but you do, Setzer. Kweh.]

[It cuts off abruptly as he closes the device.]

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[video]

[hi-no-dansu.livejournal.com]

[Get the younger Figaro booming with laughter why don't you Setzer? If the Gambler looks closely, there might be some people gawking at the Prince with his raucous laughter.]

How's it feel, smelling like a wet dog, old friend?

By the way... Edgar's not here, this isn't one of his creations and I have no idea where the Falcon is but I've got a good notion about the location of Figaro. Welcome to Gaia, for what it's worth.

[video]

[liberatingamble.livejournal.com]

[Bit of a delay due to Setzer playing a super-fun game of dodge-the-hungry-chocobo. He's losing, incidentally.]

What do you mean, Edgar's not here? And where is Gaia? Near Zozo, from the weather...[Have some muttered swearing, both at the prospect of Zozo being the closest civilization and at constantly being nosed by a chocobo with no appreciation for the sensitivities of the badly hungover.] What is going on?

[video]

[hi-no-dansu.livejournal.com]

[Sabin points at the chocobo, curiously.]

Tried scaring it off yet? You shouldn't have too many problems given your current disposition.

I mean exactly that. Edgar isn't here. Gaia is not home and the closest place you'll get to Zozo is the place I'm in --

[A pause as Sabin trips a thief.]

Which is called Treno. As for what's going on, your guess is as good as mine. You'd have ask Terra, Celes or Locke.

[video]

[liberatingamble.livejournal.com]

[The chocobo has a sixth sense about people giving her Attention, it seems, and pokes her head inquisitively into the device's camera before Setzer shoves her away. Glowerrrrr.] I've tried.

[He's trying to think of something to say to that. Morning + Weather (do you have any idea how much he paid for this coat, Sabin?) + Hangovers do not make for a thoughtful (or patient) Setzer, however.] Is this some sort of aftershock from stopping Kefka?... [Rubbing one temple.] Do you know how I get from...Gaia? To this Treno?

[voice]

[magitekrune.livejournal.com]

...I should have expected this sooner or later.

[video, mostly because he has no idea what he's doing with this thing]

[liberatingamble.livejournal.com]

Celes? [Have a groan. The world can start making sense any minute now.] Expected what? [He looks a combination of irritated, tired, and confused.]

[video, she'll finally cooperate]

[magitekrune.livejournal.com]

[She clicks on the video feature. Setzer looks terrible, but Celes doesn't look much better. It's as though she's been put through the emotional ringer and is trying to forget it.]

That you'd show up here, too. [She peers closer.] What have you been doing lately?

[video]

[liberatingamble.livejournal.com]

[Well, yes, as far as Setzer knows she did just save the remains of the world only recently. She's allowed to look like she's been through hell. Besides, misery, company, so on and so forth.]

That I'd show up in some--this sort of--[He gestures vaguely, irritatedly, and impotently at the Burmecian landscape as a whole] What kind of--[and just then a twig cracks under that insistent chocobo's talons and Setzer winces like it was a thunderclap--because, well, it might as well have been.] ...No, explain later. After this hangover goes away. [Siiiigh.]

And, well, I thought stopping Kefka and my birthday called for a night on the town. [Groan, reflexively pushing against right temple.] Now it just calls for another drink.

[notathiefcole.livejournal.com]

[Watching the Chocobo sniffing at Setzer.]

Hey Setzer, Never knew you liked Chocobos that much!

[voice. Yay for lack of new-tech-savvy!]

[liberatingamble.livejournal.com]

[Now is so not the time, Locke.]

I don't.

[voice]

[notathiefcole.livejournal.com]

When did you arrive?

[video]

[liberatingamble.livejournal.com]

[What's this? It's someone he doesn't know, and she just looks so worried--Setzer manages a smile.] I've been through-- [The chocobo has been ignored long enough, and jabs Setzer solidly in the solar plexus. Oof.]--through worse.

[Video]

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

[Mjrn peers with a mixture of curiosity and concern.]

...sir? Do you need assistance?

[Video]

[liberatingamble.livejournal.com]

[His eyes flick towards her ears momentarily, but then back down. It's not polite to stare at a lady. And...well. He's not well, stuck outside in the rain, has no idea where he is, and the world stubbornly refuses to make sense. So...]


Please?

[Video]

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

Why do the moogles explain so little....

[That's more muttered to herself than the poor man in the rain. She stares past him, then nods.]

You have just arrived, yes? I regret that I am not nearby, but I am aware of your location. It is Burmecia. The device the moogles gave you, it contains a map of this world. Its name is Gaia.

[voice]

[alittlebitesper.livejournal.com]

Setzer? ...Is that you? Are you okay?

[voice]

[liberatingamble.livejournal.com]

Terra. [He sounds marginally less irked now. But only marginally.] I think time will fix--[Kweh! Kweh! You're not paying attention to ME, Setzer!]--will fix most of it. [Sigh...] But the rest...

[voice]

[alittlebitesper.livejournal.com]

If you are sure...

It is good to see you again, Setzer.

[video]

[livelyangel.livejournal.com]

Hey, are you okay? Did you fall off your chocobo?

[video]

[liberatingamble.livejournal.com]

If I did, I don't remember it. [Nosy chocobo is nosy. Pushing her away is almost a resigned reflex by now.]

[video]

[livelyangel.livejournal.com]

What do you remember?

[video]

[liberatingamble.livejournal.com]

[Giggling! Oh, sweet girl, chocobo likes you. Much more than she likes the soaked guy who won't give her the greens in his coat pocket already.]

Get--Chocobos don't eat machines--[Kweeeeh!]

Seems that I do. [Setzer sounds just thrilled about this.]