August 8 Afternoon [Video]

[alphaspider]

[-- the feed appears with a jerk, which comes from the communicator falling off something and cracking open and on upon impact with the floor. The view is up the couch from the floor, with an arm hanging off it, grope grope groping to look for the communicator. Oh, there it is. The feed blacks out a little as the hand covers the camera, and then Kuroro comes to view, peering at it. He's a little pale from something -- a nightmare, most likely -- but otherwise, he looks fine. Oh, he realizes the feed is on.]

Aah... [grin] Good morning, Death City. Missed me?

[Private to himself. Hackable to Shalnark.]

I assume you've left Death City since you haven't said a word to me in two weeks, Shal.

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