"Remember when you tried to convince me to feed a poultry pie to the mallards in the park to see if you could breed a race of cannibal ducks?"

"They ate it too," Will reminisced. "Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck."

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Anon ON, IP logging OFF, screening OFF.

[A dusty, murky looking room, a piano, and Will.

The piano’s being played, if the sound is anything to go by, although it’s quite evidently not being played by Will, as he’s still a few steps away from the piano. Moving forward, he places his device down on the top of the piano ( Read more... )

[When the audio clicks on, there’s a lengthy silence interrupted only by the sound of shuffling. Usually, Will would opt to broadcast as video, but he’s not the happiest of people as of right now, and it’s somewhat evident in the tone of his voice - along, naturally, with a hint of disgust.]

I can’t say much for the postal service here. [A beat.] ( Read more... )

[Will is in Xanadu, and currently lazing about beneath a tree, an apple in hand - green, for the record, rather than gold. He looks, it has to be said, exceptionally comfortable and contented.

He's also full of complete and utter crap.]When I awoke this morning, I had the strongest urge to travel to the north, perhaps to the coast, or at least to ( Read more... )

( Memory Theatre )

[Will’s made a point of avoiding the network as much as possible since Tessa arrived in the city - it was easier, really, to pick and choose the interactions he had (that is to say, very few), than to entertain the thought of having to converse with anyone unwanted.

Nevertheless, it’s been a while, and he’s come to the conclusion that he really ( Read more... )

[When the video first clicks on, all that's visible is Will's face and the top of his shoulders. The feed shifts slightly, and from the angle it's being held at, it would be reasonable to assume he's led down, and even more reasonable -- from the slight squint and the admittedly somewhat dirty red bricks visible in one corner of the screen -- to ( Read more... )

[There’s a teenager!

He’s wet, in something of a ‘I’m going to ignore how much of a drowned rat I appear’ way. One might assume that he fell into the fountain at some point, but equally, the all-encompassing wetness may have something to do with the fact that he was just in England, aka the land of copious amounts of tea-and-rain. His expression, ( Read more... )

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