live_ringer: (Bring out your dead.)
2011-03-18 10:35 pm

☆020- And the nameless names on the misspelled graves grow tall.

Lockon, also known as Aim, is gone.

[Unless there is something in the following comments that needs to be addressed, don't expect a response.]


((ooc: This entry is going up on March 19th. Below will be threads for quicklogs with the people that were told in person on the 18th.))
live_ringer: (or something might throw me.)
2011-01-12 07:33 pm

☆015-Dreamweaver, I believe you can get me through the night.

[As the radio feed crackles to life there is a soft sound, as of something pouring on the ground. Dirt, sand, sugar--it has that sort of essence to it, accompanied by the barely audible whump of cloth settling. Eventually, the peaceful rhythm of pouring is interrupted by a man coughing and shifting around somewhat frantically.]

What the hell-- [He pauses, cutting himself off. When he speaks up again the tone is clearly confused. Or rather, it has been dialed down from an angry sort of confusion to a milder, more perplexed sort.] ...Blankets?