[accidental video]

[xbalthierx.livejournal.com]

[The screen is black for the moment, a shadow cast over it. A low sigh escapes and Balthier soon comes into view as he stops blocking the screen. Settling his hands on his hips, the noise of the engine that he's looking at is rather loud. Too loud even... and Balthier is more like his father than he realises; he's talking to himself.]

Blasted thing. Whoever decided steam was a clever way to power an engine is a hebetudinous neanderthal.

[He sighs again and crouches down, reaching up inside the engine. He tinkers for a moment and the sound quietens slightly.]

Hmph... I wish it were that easy to sort out this asinine 'love' ideal. Ugh, what have I let myself in for?

[He rests his head against the engine casing for a moment, sighs once more and stands up, opening a hatch and shoveling coal into it.]

I suppose Cid wouldn't even have a decent shred of advice...

[Transmission timed out.]

Phone call to Tifa!

[piercedgloves.livejournal.com]

[ Riiiiiing. A fellow martial artist would like some advice, as much as he hates to admit it. ]

[video] Deathwish, maybe?

[flyboy-red.livejournal.com]

[Reno is looking as chipper as ever, regardless of any recent events. It's hard to keep a good man down and almost impossible to keep a Turk down! He's sat at a table, in his room. A cigarette is in his lips and beer is on the table.]

Things've cooled down now, right?

I heard someone had a baby. Congratulations and stuff to the proud parents!

[He smiles pleasantly then pauses.]

Uh, Tifa...? How's yer kid? Is she okay? I saw that... thing.

[He takes a drag then stubs his cigarette out on the table.]

Hey, who is this "Kefka" loser? What's with his little poem? The guy seems... two cookies short of a happy toddler.

[He chuckles and sips his beer then ponders for a moment before speaking.]

Anyone know what a guy can do for fun around this place?

[He ends the transmission.]