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.]

Comments

[video]

[liberatingamble.livejournal.com]

...The sundering. [Great, and here he thought he was done being confused for a while.] When the world was almost destroyed? Or...wait. [Headaaaaaaaache.]

[video]

[livelyangel.livejournal.com]

Oh, wait - are you from that world? The one that was nearly destroyed by a huge meteor?

[video]

[liberatingamble.livejournal.com]

Different...worlds. [Oh he is so not sober enough to deal with this. Or possibly drunk enough. Alas.]

No, no meteor. [He doesn't think so, at least.] But lots of...earthquakes, sinking continents, rising oceans.

[video]

[livelyangel.livejournal.com]

That sounds... bad. So! You're new here, right? Well, you've landed in a different world. Welcome to Gaia! I'm Rinoa. What's your name?

[video]

[liberatingamble.livejournal.com]

[Dammit. Why does everyone have to corroborate the landing-in-another-world theory?] I suppose that I am new here, then. Does it make more sense sober, Rinoa?

My name's Setzer. Setzer Gabbiani.

[video]

[livelyangel.livejournal.com]

Nice to meet you, Setzer! Oh, you're not drunk, are you? Believe me, it doesn't get any less weird when you're sober!

Re: [video]

[liberatingamble.livejournal.com]

I am not drunk. I was drunk. Hungover now.

[Wonderful.] Good to know, at least.

[video]

[livelyangel.livejournal.com]

...What happened to your face?

[video]

[liberatingamble.livejournal.com]

That's a long story. Several, actually.

[video]

[livelyangel.livejournal.com]

I thought you'd been badly hurt for a moment there, you know. Didn't realise they were old scars.

[video]

[liberatingamble.livejournal.com]

Oh. I'm sorry. Most of them are old, yes. [He touches one of them, unconsciously.]

[video]

[livelyangel.livejournal.com]

You must've been in lots of battles, huh? What did you do for a living?

[video]

[liberatingamble.livejournal.com]

[wry smile] You could put it that way. I used to own a casino.

[video]

[livelyangel.livejournal.com]

Really? Cool! I'm not sure if they even have casinos in this world.

Re: [video]

[liberatingamble.livejournal.com]

[...What kind of uncivilized hellhole has he landed in, dear gods.]

Why not?

[video]

[livelyangel.livejournal.com]

I don't know, I just haven't seen any. I could be wrong though!

[video]

[liberatingamble.livejournal.com]

I do hope that you are. [The notion of a world without gambling seems to have shaken him deeply.]

[video]

[livelyangel.livejournal.com]

So, you're in Burmecia, right? Have you heard from anyone you know?

[video]

[liberatingamble.livejournal.com]

Four, thusfar: Celes, Terra, Locke, Sabin. It's a relief not to be alone, at least.

[video]

[livelyangel.livejournal.com]

Oh, I know Locke! Are you going to meet them? You don't look all that happy in the rain.

[video]

[liberatingamble.livejournal.com]

Celes said they'll be able to come find me in a couple days. Better sober up and get used to this rain then.

[video]

[livelyangel.livejournal.com]

Well, you should be able to find shelter, right?

[video]

[liberatingamble.livejournal.com]

I'm under the eaves--[Device jostles some] When this damn chocobo lets me, that is. Not too many people around here.

[video]

[livelyangel.livejournal.com]

That chocobo seems to like you a lot.

Re: [video]

[liberatingamble.livejournal.com]

[He is at once soaking wet...and dry as a desert.] If only it were mutual.