[The feed opens to show a young girl with reddish-brown hair sprawled on what appears to be a hotel bed. Her expression, at least what can be seen of it, speaks of exhaustion - her eyes are open but barely so, and it becomes clear that she's not so much trying to sleep as just taking the moment to do nothing.

She soon looks up, casting a glance at her laptop (and thus the source of the feed) and tilting her head curiously. Pulling herself off the bed, she comes for a closer look, giving a clearer view of her face.]

Dramadramaduck? Weird name for a blog site...wait, is it recording?

[Before she can pursue that thought much further there's a knock at the door to her room and a male voice calling for "Risette". In an instant, most of the tired demeanour about her disappears, and when she speaks it's with far more pep and vigour than her previous musings]

Just a second!

[And with that she closes her laptop, thus shutting off the feed]

[The message is hand written, but you can hear to sound of it being written down on paper.]

To do:

1. Order one hundred yards of pink ribbon, three boxes of feathers, at least one bundle of lace.

2. Make sure Lettie and Martha clean their room before Friday.

3. Ask Fanny about the budget this week.

4. Visit the book shop?

[You can hear her scribbling out the fourth item and sighing heavily.]

No. Not today I think.

[Other voices can be heard, though they are faint. Perhaps calling from another room.]

Oh Sophie! Come look! Howl's Castle is coming into view!

Here to steal another heart perhaps? [Sophie is muttering as her footsteps echo off into the distance.]

I guess it's my turn for a question.


What would you do for family?

[Some members of the community may be used to the look of Orlando's videos by now- a little flat, some edges a bit too sharply defined, the shadows not lying quite right, a little lag. Usually with a bland but nice background of a wood-paneled room. Simulated, though using very high-quality technology.

This video isn't like that. It looks completely real.

( cut for illness-related things )

((OOC: regular text is Orlando, italic is his mother. Orlando will not be replying ic-ly until about two days later, once the community has made it clear he can't ignore it.))

[The video seems to start out in an empty practice room, with Tokiya in it alone, singing part of a song. He stops about halfway in and sighs out in aggravation. He certainly looks like something has been bothering him lately...

After a moment, he looks toward the camera with a weary expression.] Still there, I see. I didn't think I'd be able to shake this place that easily, anyway.

[He pulls up a chair and plops himself down into the seat.] I just can't seem to get it right, no matter how many times I try lately. Things just aren't going how they were supposed to.