[Accidental Video Post]
The Screen shows Mireille walking past the camera, dressed in a long white nightshirt, her legs bare and her hair loose. She is carrying two large glasses of water. She seems non-the-worse for her trip to the land of dinosaurs, no visible marks of injury or anything like that.
The camera follows her as she moves along to the windows, where several small plants sit on each sill, and one large one in the corner. They are all looking a tad beleagured from their owners absence, the leaves slightly sagging. She set one of the glasses on the edge of the sill and began carefully pouring water into each plant, an absent little smile on her face. She seemed rather content doing this odd little chore.
She was just reaching for the second glass of water, her body turned towards the camera, when the music started. It was coming from the computer, soft and haunting, and her entire body seemed to lock up, her dark eyes wide and startled as she stared at the offending machine. She opens her mouth to say something, but nothing seems to come out. If anything, her eyes begin to water, and she stands there for a good twenty or thirty seconds, looking like she's on the verge of tears...
Her hand, still in the motion of reaching for the glass, continued on unabated by its owners sudden disinterest, and she promptly knocked the glass from the sill, sending it clattering to the floor with the oddly loud sound of glass shattering and water splashing about. The noise yanks her from her surprise, and she lets out a curse in french, staring down at the mess. .
[Video cuts out]
The camera follows her as she moves along to the windows, where several small plants sit on each sill, and one large one in the corner. They are all looking a tad beleagured from their owners absence, the leaves slightly sagging. She set one of the glasses on the edge of the sill and began carefully pouring water into each plant, an absent little smile on her face. She seemed rather content doing this odd little chore.
She was just reaching for the second glass of water, her body turned towards the camera, when the music started. It was coming from the computer, soft and haunting, and her entire body seemed to lock up, her dark eyes wide and startled as she stared at the offending machine. She opens her mouth to say something, but nothing seems to come out. If anything, her eyes begin to water, and she stands there for a good twenty or thirty seconds, looking like she's on the verge of tears...
Her hand, still in the motion of reaching for the glass, continued on unabated by its owners sudden disinterest, and she promptly knocked the glass from the sill, sending it clattering to the floor with the oddly loud sound of glass shattering and water splashing about. The noise yanks her from her surprise, and she lets out a curse in french, staring down at the mess. .
[Video cuts out]