Harley, Leader of the Vanguards

*Harley's in his kitchen, a thick book on the counter near him, and although he's washed up a bit, he's still got a bit of dust, and some blood, on his t-shirt. He looks to be unharmed, though -- it isn't his.*

*a slight frown to himself, flipping the thick book closed again as he looks up to the Dreamberry camera*

All right... This book isn't helping. Does anyone know how to cook up a sand shark, from that desert outside the city?

*guess who managed to hunt a baby sand shark thing!*

((ooc: Technically, this is posted on the morning of Nov. 6th. Just fyi.))

Much like his previous video post, this one is pretty clearly an accident as well.

His Dreamberry is sitting on the coffee table, at a slight angle from having turned on when it fell out of his jeans' pocket. How does the viewer know this? His jeans are somewhat visible in the corner of the screen, and green fabric which must be his tee shirt is under that. Yeah, on the coffee table. Next to a good many bottles, now empty, that appear to have once contained alcoholic beverages, and a dark bottle that would probably be easily enough recognizable. There's an empty cake platter elsewhere on the table, as well as bowls now empty of all but a little puddle of once-was-ice-cream.

Naomi is asleep at one end of the couch, looking as comfortable in the cushions and pillows there as Harley looks using her lap as a pillow. While Naomi is dressed modestly for once in a turtleneck, Harley himself is apparently quite nude, save for his black shorts, with pieces of his gray Junkyard uniform strewn about, on the back of the couch, the floor, the coffee table... as are various articles of Rise's wardrobe. Rise herself is hugging onto him lightly while sprawled on top of him, looking quite lovely in a dress that she's arguably only half wearing.

Noireau is asleep on a recliner, tail twitching a little in her sleep, clearly the most innocent-looking person at what seems like it must've been one wild party the night before.

*the video comes on with the sound of several small items falling to the ground, one of them right in front of the Dreamberry, which also fell, making it start broadcasting this moment of FAIL when it landed and popped open. It's immediately recognizable to anyone who's familiar with Junkyard wares, a standard medium-sized rations bar in its drab little wrapping, probably plastic or something, nothing flashy. Military issue, likely, certainly nothing of importance. The view beyond it shows the setting to be from the middle of a cluster of little houses in the village, with a clear shot of the fountain beyond them, not too very far away.*

*there's a sound from Harley, something of a whine, mostly just a frustrated sound as he goes about, out of view for a moment, presumably gathering back up what he dropped... and then his left hand comes into view, snagging the wrapped-up little rations bar. His skin's gone a darker, ashy sort of color, no longer its common peachy tone, and the skin just around the tattoo-like mark on the back of his hand is shining whitely at its edges, with yellowy, bright orange glowy lines spreading out away from it. He puts the bar somewhere, out of the camera's view, and then he grabs up the Dreamberry, closing it and cutting the feed again as he does.*

((Fair warning: he's really not likely to answer any tags back to this accidental post, since he probably won't get a chance to... but it was just a few seconds' clip of a random but totally identifiable location anyway. He didn't even realize it recorded anything; he hasn't been messing much with the little device enough to know it well, or how it works, or... anything. Very fail, Harley. Very fail. *sarcastic applause* :|

Edit: Just for reference, or if anyone's curious, the log that immediately follows this post is right here. ))