Tamara Sable || Antalyon

[The video clicks on to show a rather tired-looking Tammy; the angle is odd, and she adjusts it until it's more straight than it was. She's got her arms folded under her head and is probably laying on her bed. you can just see her Furby in the crook of one arm, behind her head.]

The writing's back. This tattoo is like one of those electronic anklets they put on parolees, only instead of simply confining me to an area, it starts punishing me if I don't do show and tell often enough.

[The Furby opens its eyes and whistles, and somewhere else in the room an answering whistle and chatter fills the room. Tammy lets the Furby's talk to themselves for a minute before she continues.]

Cap'n, just wanted to let you know, I haven't seen your friend. And...I haven't found any sign of the Doc, either. I think he might really be gone.

[Tammy turns her head to mumble something into her arms, then sighs and rubs her eyes against her sleeve before looking back at the screen.]

Bartimaeus. I'm ready.

[The video flicks on and Tammy is blinking in confusion at the journal. At the sight of the video on the page her eyes widen.]

Oh shi-

[The feed cuts off abruptly.

Roughly twenty minutes later, the video starts again. This time she's clearly expecting it. And in the background you can see she's now outside.

Her tone drips sarcasm. It reeks of sarcasm. It is 100% homegrown, organic, unadulterated sarcasm. It's pretty easy to detect.]

Dear diary,

Today has been just swell. Waking up in a room I don't recognize is an adventure, and the note from a bearded guy who looks like he should be teaching Douchebaggery 101 only adds to the atmosphere of mystery. And finding out everyone I've ever known never existed, well. That was just peaches!

[And here Tammy shifts, so that one arm is wrapped around a pumpkin with an unfamiliar female face on it. She presses her cheek against it. She grins, but it's more like she's just trying to show you all her teeth.]

And hey! It's nice to know someone around here remembers what my roommate who I suppose was never my roommate looks like. If that's not enough to perk up a day, I don't know what is.

[Her grin drops, as does the sarcastic tone. Her expression is grim as she stares at the journal.]

How's that? About what you're looking for?

[The feed cuts off just as she snorts.]

{OOC: Feel free to either comment to the post or come across her outside. Tammy will be lingering around her roommate shaped pumpkin for a bit.}