[The initial shot is a close-up of a dark-haired man in his late twenties with a freshly-washed face and an absolutely baffled expression. He's tapping nervously at the keys on his comm, and under the bottom of the feed runs what appears to be an American telephone number with a 509 area code. The feed runs up the side of his face to blackness as he waits in silence for about fifteen seconds, bouncing up and down.]
Carol, i-it's your brother. Your voicemail isn't picking up, but in case you get this... um... it didn't work and I can't remember how I got back home. If you get this, come home. If he wants you to come see him, don't.
[ooc: so if you were here in November 2011 or earlier this post might look familiar c:]
Carol, i-it's your brother. Your voicemail isn't picking up, but in case you get this... um... it didn't work and I can't remember how I got back home. If you get this, come home. If he wants you to come see him, don't.
[ooc: so if you were here in November 2011 or earlier this post might look familiar c:]