Belmel: There? There where?
Sejora: Are you sure, Mic? This place is quite… secluded.
Michale: Yes, I’ve been to the shack a few times.
Sejora: *sigh* Alright then. - Please get word back as soon as you can.
Belmel: What shack are you guys talking about? Is there something you guys are not telling me?
Michale: Mel, I’ll explain later. But you can ask mom what she knows first. I better go see if Emmett is alright. - Okay?
Sejora: MIC! BEL! - Something happened to Emmett!
Sejora was being incoherent for a while until Belmel told her to calm down.
Belmel: Mom, where’s dad now?
Sejora: He - He dashed out, mumbling ‘frequency’ nonstop.
Belmel: Where do you think he could have gone to?
Sejora: I don’t know - Wait. I think I do now. Why didn’t I thought of this earlier? Stay here, I’ll go find him.
Michale: No, Sejora, you stay here. Both of you. Let me go see if he’s there. I think I know where he might be.
Sejora: Emmett, honey, what’s going on? Are you alright?
Emmett: M-my mother… my sisters… t-they’re all…
Sejora: They’re all what?
Emmett: They’re gone! I don’t know why I’m being this way - it’s been over 50 years, and I’ve never actually missed them. But now I do, and - *sobs*
Sejora: Oh, dear…
Emmett shook from his sleep. And as he digest what he just had was not a dream at all, he started to mutter No-No-No repeatedly. It wasn’t too loud but he was also screaming internally and it came as a sharp jolt to Sejora.
What panicked her is that Emmett seemed to be in so much pain that he lost his voice. She also watched him… change.
This is what I conjure up when I am too lazy to open my game to get a shot I missed - cause I just quit :p
Certain events have transpired recently that have caused previously unavailable information to resurface within my memory, so I’m almost positive this message will reach you no matter where you are. As it’s set to send through your nanites, I hope it doesn’t startle you.
I’m afraid I don’t have much good news. Your mother died many years ago, shortly after the last message I sent. (I’m going to assume it reached you? I’ve received several badly damaged messages in the interim, which I can only hope were from you. Please update the frequencies as needed, since I’ve found where I’ve gone wrong in the past.) Your oldest sister, Jerrica, died very recently, as did Kimber’s husband. It’s been quite difficult to deal with, but we’re managing.
It hasn’t all been bad news, however. Your niece Aja has a partner (he’s a vampire, and not the standard Moonlight Falls type). I’m not really sure what sort of work he does, as we don’t talk often, but Aja seems happy enough with him. Together they have two children, Raya and Rio. Your nephew Eric is well on his way to becoming a famous rock star, although he seems to be engaging in many of the worst aspects of that career.
I’ve been concentrating on a side project of which this letter is a small part of. I try to stay out of the way these days. Life goes on.
Something isn’t right, however. Something seems wrong in the fabric of this reality; it feels like time is slipping and moments get repeated with increasing regularity. No one else seems to have noticed. Perhaps it’s because I’m from ‘outside' that I'm able to recall the events before the the slipping happens… For now, I'm keeping it to myself. I need to figure it out before something catastrophic happens.
I hope you’re well.
Besides taking shots from several angles (esp. conversation shots. I mean, who doesn’t?). Most of the time, I lock on one framing and snap snap snap while animations are running. Then combine whichever shots I prefer to be in one single picture.