Video post 002 Ѽ Get your knee flexin' and your arms T-Rexin'
[The video feed starts with only sounds, the screen completely black for the moment. In the background, there is sound of someone's breathing, soft thumping noises before clicking sounds can be heard as well. Hinges creak and there's the ruffle of clothes and the broadcasting Dreamberry falls out of its owner's pocket, revealing a rather well decorated, clean room. Luckily for anyone watching this, the device falls in a way that shows the viewer everything that's going on.
A young man, some may recognize him as Desmond Miles, pulls down the hood from over his head and walks over to the bed where a cute blond lays, known to many as Jessamine Lovelace, seemingly deep in slumber. The man makes a face that's somewhere between concerned and confused. Callous digits wrap around the blond's wrist, fingertips pressing in her inner skin, testing her pulse. It's easy to see that the young man is gritting his teeth lightly before shaking his head. His hand gently drops Jessamine's and he reaches into the backpack slung over his shoulder, pulling a bouquet of flowers that a little crinkled. Moving to the night table, he changes the dying flowers for fresh ones and turns around to leave, only then noticing his Dreamberry on the floor. Of course the little red light indicates this has been recorded and Desmond inwardly groans. He's never going to catch a break, isn't he? Still, denying anything that has been seen is pointless and so he scoops the device and gives a quick look back at the bed before speaking.]
Anyone knows how long those....sleep comas can last?
[Because it's been over two weeks now since Jessamine fell asleep and he's starting to be seriously concerned. Sleep this long is not a good omen in his world.]
[ooc: Action threads are allowed to Jessamine's housemates if desired!]
A young man, some may recognize him as Desmond Miles, pulls down the hood from over his head and walks over to the bed where a cute blond lays, known to many as Jessamine Lovelace, seemingly deep in slumber. The man makes a face that's somewhere between concerned and confused. Callous digits wrap around the blond's wrist, fingertips pressing in her inner skin, testing her pulse. It's easy to see that the young man is gritting his teeth lightly before shaking his head. His hand gently drops Jessamine's and he reaches into the backpack slung over his shoulder, pulling a bouquet of flowers that a little crinkled. Moving to the night table, he changes the dying flowers for fresh ones and turns around to leave, only then noticing his Dreamberry on the floor. Of course the little red light indicates this has been recorded and Desmond inwardly groans. He's never going to catch a break, isn't he? Still, denying anything that has been seen is pointless and so he scoops the device and gives a quick look back at the bed before speaking.]
Anyone knows how long those....sleep comas can last?
[Because it's been over two weeks now since Jessamine fell asleep and he's starting to be seriously concerned. Sleep this long is not a good omen in his world.]
[ooc: Action threads are allowed to Jessamine's housemates if desired!]