#39 - [Accidental Video]

[totallyinaband]

[The device blinks into life, revealing a bedroom as gray as everything else in The City. It's sitting on the corner of a desk, giving a pretty clear view of the room. Stephen Stills is storming around, clearly looking for something. He's ripping open drawers at a fantastic rate, riffling through the contents before slamming them shut again. He tears back the covers of his bed, and finally drops to his knees to peer under the bedframe. He's started to mutter under his breath, only audible when we walks closer to the device.]

Jesus fucking... eugh, I cannot believe out of ALL the fucking... it just HAD to be that one. If this is another-

[He moves over to his (extremely messy) closet, tearing through it and tossing plaid shirt after plaid shirt onto his bedspread as he goes. His frustration mounting, he slams himself against the wall, his hands going into his hair before covering his face. An extremely heavy sigh is heard before he lets out a strange strangled noise and kicks a chair over. Still muttering, he moves to leave the room, grabbing the device before he goes. Just before the feed ends, an unmistakable flash of colour is visible. The blue and red of Stephen's bedspread is clear and bright against the gray of the room. It is only seen for a moment before the feed ends.]

Comments

[signatures]

Did you lose something, as well?

[totallyinaband]

Did you lose something?

[signatures]

No, but my employer did.

[totallyinaband]

People do lose things. It's just fucking impossible to find it like this.

[signatures]

What is it?

[totallyinaband]

Just... something I need.

[signatures]

Which is what, then? I'll let you know if I come across it.

[totallyinaband]

[He runs his hand over his face.]

I have this notebook. It's got a black cover. I'd really prefer if no one else found it.

[signatures]

-- a diary?

[totallyinaband]

See that just makes me sound like a 13-year-old girl.

[signatures]

Well. I know you're not.

[totallyinaband]

Thanks. That's appreciated, man.

[signatures]

You're very welcome. I'll keep an eye out, nevertheless. Might I have a sample of your handwriting? Or is your name stitched into it?

[totallyinaband]

Just let me know if you find a black notebook.

[signatures]

There are a lot of black notebooks in the world, Stephen.

[totallyinaband]

And only so many of them are missing.

[signatures]

Or oddly placed, I suppose.

[totallyinaband]

There you go. No handwriting sample needed.