Rehearsal 3 (5/22): [Video, from Astralfield]

[forgotten_vows]

[The audio feed gets turned on before the video, meaning that anyone on the network will be subjected to a few moments of black accompanied by grunts and grumbles before the view switches to what looks like a vast expanse of white. A moment later, Victor pulls his head back, looking absolutely furious. As he continues to move back, it's easy to see why -- and to see why he apparently had such trouble turning his communicator on.

He's wrapped up in what is clearly a straitjacket.

Not only that, what is visible of his Astralfield hotel room has a distinctly white and padded look. Victor glares up at the ceiling, then at the chalkboard.]

THIS ISN'T FUNNY, ASTRALFIELD!!

[A beat, then some of the anger leaves his face, replaced by a sort of bone-deep weariness and sadness.]

Could -- c-could someone please come here and free me? The room number is 6988.

I was doing so well too. . .

Comments

Re: [Action]

[esper_child]

Once you start playing again, you'll have to let me hear.

[Action]

[forgotten_vows]

You're welcome to come over anytime.

[He can be a bit shy about playing in front of others most of the time, but -- well, Terra's a friend. One who knows what he's been through. That's enough to put her in the "people I'm willing to play in front of" category. And deep inside, he quietly hopes maybe the music will help spark another memory.]

Re: [Action]

[esper_child]

I'd like that.

[Action]

[forgotten_vows]

[Victor gives her a grin in return.]

Is there anything else you wanted to look at while we're here, or. . . ?

Re: [Action]

[esper_child]

I think I'm good, if you are.

[Action]

[forgotten_vows]

[Victor looks at his haul. Keyboard, batteries for it. . .]

I can't think of anything else I could need.

[And to be honest, he's kind of eager to get back and see just what he can do with this thing.]