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004 〖 ♍ ♑〗 video
[The feed opens up slightly shaky, obviously being held by someone quite upset. There’s some hushed muttering as the camera focuses on the front door of a small residence in Orlea. Bright green spray paint is scrawled across the door and windows and siding, spelling out hateful messages such as ‘ALIEN FREAKS’ and ‘GET OUT.’
Porrim, from behind the camera, sighs, and then calls out towards the house:]
Kurloz? You might want to see this...
[From the doorway you can hear footsteps, hurried due to the pitch in her voice. He comes down the stairs and is by her side still out of shot. No sound is made, something that wouldn’t be unusual with the mime, however it’s like the world just stopped. Slowly he steps forward into the view and touches the paint lightly—it was fresh. He looks back at Porrim, face blank and expressionless, the only real way to make a mime speechless
Porrim turns the camera of her phone toward her own face, and it’s like a storm cloud has passed over her normally serene expression; her brows are drawn downward and there’s a toothy scowl on her mouth. But when she speaks, there’s not just anger but a hint of sadness. Who would do something like this...?]
It seems like our neighbors aren’t too happy that we’ve invaded the neighborhood. Too bad we can’t get back in our SPACESHIP— [She raises her voice and shouts that word toward the neighboring houses, before taking a deep, calming breath]—and fly away home. Is anyone else having problems like this?
[[ooc: replies will be coming from both Porrim and Kurloz (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
kurloz_makara)!]]
Porrim, from behind the camera, sighs, and then calls out towards the house:]
Kurloz? You might want to see this...
[From the doorway you can hear footsteps, hurried due to the pitch in her voice. He comes down the stairs and is by her side still out of shot. No sound is made, something that wouldn’t be unusual with the mime, however it’s like the world just stopped. Slowly he steps forward into the view and touches the paint lightly—it was fresh. He looks back at Porrim, face blank and expressionless, the only real way to make a mime speechless
Porrim turns the camera of her phone toward her own face, and it’s like a storm cloud has passed over her normally serene expression; her brows are drawn downward and there’s a toothy scowl on her mouth. But when she speaks, there’s not just anger but a hint of sadness. Who would do something like this...?]
It seems like our neighbors aren’t too happy that we’ve invaded the neighborhood. Too bad we can’t get back in our SPACESHIP— [She raises her voice and shouts that word toward the neighboring houses, before taking a deep, calming breath]—and fly away home. Is anyone else having problems like this?
[[ooc: replies will be coming from both Porrim and Kurloz (
kurloz_makara)!]]