04 | Audio

[virusbusting]

So who likes sports?

If you do, what kinds? Which teams are your favorites? Players?

I'm not really familiar with any of the teams or leagues around here, so I'll accept suggestions too!

Capsule 012 💊 (video)

[rassera]

[July 16th, 2016.

An average summer day in the city of Nonah, North Carolina. Somewhat cloudy, with the sun peaking out through those clouds stubbornly as it attempts to break through the stratus. Nothing too remarkable about it, really. But then again, when does any day really seem remarkably different than the last?

But today was special. At least...Kaneda and Tetsuo thought it was special. It’s not often that the boys kept secrets for too long--Kaneda had quite literally a big mouth, and Tetsuo’s pride often came before everything else. It was only by mutual code of honour that they’d actually kept their lip sealed, and with over months of hard work and deals to be made, weekends spent oddly missing from the house.

Nonah 05 might have caught on...but other than that…

Nothing comes of it until July 16th, mid-day, when the feed to the comm clicks on to show Kaneda frantically trying to adjust it to sit properly on something.]

Just -give- me a second, would ya? I know how to make the thing sit just right!

Then do it already!

Noooo patience...no wonder why you’re such a--oh, it’s on? Tetsuo, it’s on!

About damn time... [He moves back, smirking darkly at Kaneda.] Thought I was gonna die of boredom first! So, anyway. We got something to say, so listen up!

[Kaneda backs up to give the screen room to pan out, showing them in front of...well some place in Nonah. There’s a Benny’s to one side, and an office complex connected to the other. If that doesn’t narrow it down, feel free to just chalk it up to ‘the city’. In front of them? A giant, almost warehouse-looking building with a sheet draped over the top of it, just under where the boys are standing.

Now what could they possibly be up to?]

Oi, Nonah! And anyone else out there, actually. You’ll never guess what we did.

[Now, Tetsuo's grinning, turning his head enough to catch that sheet in his peripheral vision.] How about we show them?

[Kaneda says nothing, but takes a few steps back and gestures out his arms for Tetsuo to continue.]

[The sheet billows upwards, then slides away in one seamless motion. Only once it's fully removed does Tetsuo let go of his telekinetic grasp on it, leaving it someone else's problem on the ground when he turns his full attention back to the camera.

And in its absence, words reveal, showing a rather hodgepodge, if homebrew logo. “Neo Tokyo” stands out in bold, white English lettering, with red kanji almost paint splattered diagonally across it, all a part of the sign. With hands on his hips, Kaneda looks up at it with the utmost pride, even if the rest of the building had...well, it was a work in progress to say the least. The outside, however, was sturdy and pretty big. Reliable.]

Looks like Nonah’s got a new business. Started by...oh, that’s right.


Us.

[Note: in the post, Red is Kaneda, Black is Tetsuo. You’ll get replies from both Kaneda and Tetsuo, as well!]

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[aojona]

[ Right, so: here's Pablo, one of this month's new faces, looking an awful lot like A) he just woke up, and B) he just woke up from sleeping in paint. Guess what he did! In fact, it was a paint tray that he slept on -- empty but unwashed -- leaving one side of his face covered in (now dried) yellow paint, which is also in his hair, along with pieces of what looks like confetti and glitter.

He takes his glasses off, looking at the completely paint-obscured left lens. ]

Huh.

[ There was a reason he turned this on, but he has to remember it first... Pablo looks down at his glasses again, off of which he's begun to idly chip paint, then back to the screen. ]

Uh, sorry. I don't want to waste anyone's time or anything. I just had a quick thing I was going to say -- I guess instead I fell asleep and forgot to do it, um, but... anyway.

[ He moves, sitting up (or possibly standing) and holding up the camera so that some furniture is visible behind him: a dresser and bookcase, the kind that usually come with the housing, although his have been painted. The bookcase is gradiented by hand in brushstroky blues and blacks, with thin lines of yellow stars cascading downward like diagonal beaded curtains, whereas the dresser is bright yellow and decorated with cartoony green, magenta, and lavender clouds. There's bits of confetti and glitter dried in with the paint here as well, although not necessarily to bad effect (depending on your opinion of such things, of course). ]

I'm getting rid of this dresser and bookcase, so if anyone wants one, you're welcome to it... uh, obviously for free. I went ahead and painted them since I can't really like, deliver them myself... and I figured that might be a hassle for people. But -- um, well... you know. [ Gesturing vaguely... ] If you want me to repaint either of them with something else, I can do that too. I just want them to go to someone who needs them more than I do, that's all. Well, or wants them more than I do. Either way.

[ Then, after another pause (during which he brushes some glitter from his hair and crunches some paint from his bangs): ]

Oh. Right. Uh, I'm Pablo, by the way. [ He hesitates, then gives the screen a little finger-waggly wave. ] Okay. Sorry -- that's all. Bye.