[video]; backdated to the 14th

[pawpsiclepeddler]

[The camera starts out focused on Nick's face; he looks a little frazzled, but is managing to keep a slightly strained grin plastered across his muzzle all the same.]

Hey, so I know everyone's busy discovering all the horrors an intergalactic shopping mall has to offer, but while we're talking commerce, I've got an offer for anyone who's interested!

[The view swings around, showing the inside of Nick's room - and jars. Lots of them. To be specific, if anyone cares to count, fourteen gallon-size jars of translucent red fluid, in stacks of two. In Nick's defense, he's made an effort to keep them from taking up too much of his roommate's space in the room, but there's only so much he can do.]

Before anyone asks, it's melted popsicle. It's all melted popsicle, because the universe is playing a cruel joke on me, BUT that's not what should matter to you! What DOES matter is the easy availability of all this prime merchandise! So if there’s anyone out there who wants to help me get all this frozen, or who just happens to be suffering from a lack of colored sugar water, just let me know!

[He can only hope someone wants these because he sure as hell doesn’t know what to do with them.]

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[culver]

[First, there’s audio. There actually isn’t any sound, except the soft sound of someone breathing. Then there’s something of a little huff, and then a very distressed-sounding breath being taken.

The breathing stops. There’s silence for a few moments, and then some scratching as fingers run over the MID's microphone. A softer brushing, as hair goes over it; she put it up to her ear. A few more curious taps with her fingers, and then the audio ends. The text function is next.]

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[Finally, the video flips on. A pair of bright, bright, big blue eyes are blinking curiously at the communicator. The frame tips up to show straw-yellow bangs, and then up towards the ceiling. After a moment it swivels down to the ground, showing a pair of standard-issue Moira boots. It swivels up again to show Nill.

She tilts her head to one side, her long blonde hair falling over her shoulder. And now that it’s out of the way, one small, white wing is visible behind her back.

Suddenly, she looks very distressed; her eyes widen very noticeably, and her brows furrow. Now a pair of wings are very visible behind her; they’re standing straight up, twitching with agitation. Her lips press into a thin line, and then she turns the camera away from her, giving a panoramic view of where she is; she’s standing near the elevator on Moro deck. She's here, so now what? Heine isn't nearby, and she needs to find him.

The young girl turns the camera back to her, the recording times out on her distressed face.]