[Network]

[deal_me_in]

[The image flares brightly, the way a camera freshly exposed to light does before the picture adjusts, but even between its focusing one can tell that the thing is moving. Once it clears up it still might be difficult to make out what anything is, the close-up of worn leathers, the edge of a ragged cloak.

The swinging of the camera feed makes it evident Cayde's walking with his tablet in hand, a sort of listless pace that stops abruptly with a jolt and a thud, and viewers get treated to a glimpse of the ground before it blacks out as the thing falls flat. Even then, it's still recording.

Finally the screen lightens again, flash of brown accompanied with the crunch of gravel and a weary groan, and eventually, sky. Cayde lets out a long, convincing sigh.]

...so that was a thing. Have I ever told anyone how much I hate screaming moons? If anyone needs me I'll be at the bar.

...soon as I get up. I dunno, maybe I'll just nap here.

Comments

[deal_me_in]

Convenient. Well, you just missed out on all the fun then, lucky you.

[unswervingcompanion]

A screaming moon does not sound as if it was much fun to endure.

[He's confused.]

[deal_me_in]

It really isn't.

[unswervingcompanion]

[Hendrik thinks a moment.]

And this was a constant thing that went on?

[If so, how did anyone not go mad?]

[deal_me_in]

Pretty much. Hourly every night for the past...Iiiii don't know, last few days? Weeks? I kinda lost track.

[unswervingcompanion]

In that case I am most grateful that I did not endure such a horrible thing.

[Still.]

I am sorry that you and your companions here had to be put through such an atrocity.

[deal_me_in]

Just be glad you didn't have that as your welcome to the planet. Lousy way to be greeted, really.

[unswervingcompanion]

[He shook his head.]

If that is the way it happened, I suppose there would be little help for it. But what purpose did it serve?