( video | o1 ) un: blink.

[viatorius]

( The feed starts with a wobble, Clarice ignoring the swoop of fear and nausea that washes through her to tighten her grip on her phone. )

Hi.

( She smiles, and it looks easy even though it's not. She's made no effort to hide her mutation, unnaturally green eyes bright in the light of her apartment, pink mark over one of them. The only thing that isn't obvious are her ears, and the fact that she can rip holes in space. But she's trying to look approachable. She's sitting cross-legged on the floor, her back to the couch. Her free hand moves restlessly, seems to be petting something off camera as she gears up to speak. )

Um, my name's Clarice. I got here a couple of months ago, and I figured now would be a good time to say hey and maybe ask some questions. ( Blowing out a breath. She can do this. ) I've noticed that some of us - the displaced - are a little young, and it got me wondering if anyone had set up something to make sure they're being properly cared for? Not like a foster home, because we've all been given beds and sh --. Stuff. ( Motherfucker. ) But more for emotional support? One of those big brother-slash-big sister schemes. Making sure they're safe, or uh, that they're eating proper food instead of candy bars. Or even just to talk. Because it's hard enough for anyone ending up here, but I know I would have been freaked out as a kid.

( Another pause, and then --. )

Actually, I've been through the whole world turned upside down high school thing, so even if there's not and anyone wants to talk about it, or just have someone to rant to? My phone's always on me. And if I'm not good enough then there's always Zingo. ( She angles the camera now to take in the dog sitting at her side. ) Who is definitely a good judge of character and requires so many hugs. You'd be doing me a favour. My arm's getting sore.

( There, she's done, she's made it through the broadcast and can now panic a little off-screen. ) Okay, thanks!

video | un: l.dylandy

[holds_up_walls]

[So Lyle clearly doesn't have enough to do with his life because tonight he decides to post. So it is focused on him at the moment, but there are some rather large, fairly nondescript boxes behind]

I don't know why I didn't think of this before really. I was trying to think of a way to keep one of my pets entertained since you know, that can be hard. Well, I think I have managed to entertain all of them at the same time. Honest opinions. Don't worry, I can take it.

[Now he turns the video towards what he's been working on. The video is now showing a rather large aquarium sitting in the corner of the room. Only there's no fish. There's a porg in the aquarium, swimming around almost oblivious before diving down like it was trying to find something. A dachshund and what looked like a basketball seemed to be watching it. There's also a staircase leading up the aquarium so the porg could get in and out]

I also have no idea what to do with the rest of these boxes. There's too many to not do something with.

[ooc: this is Lyle without nicotine and trying to find something to occupy himself. Also action available for anyone who would be at the Celestial Being house]