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| [The first thing that shows on this video is the ceiling--it looks like Matthew dropped the SFC, and that's why it clicked on.
And then there's a crash as something hits the wall, and then he kicks the SFC until it spins and clatters against the wall.
He's a bit of a mess, expression pained and voice hoarse, and he clearly doesn't care if he's seen or not.
and then he falls to his knees and draws himself back to rest against the foot of the bed in the room.]
...Damn you, Vatheon.
Fine. Fine. You win!
[A shuddering breath and he looks away, staring out the window.]
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| [A much more composed Chosen sits in front of the SFC this morning, looking fairly reluctant but this needs to be done. Are those note cards?]
To all the men, women, aliens, and talking animals of Vatheon, I wish to humbly extend my apologies for the events of a few nights ago. It was completely out of line and I know I offended a great many of you. It won't happen again and I'd appreciate if we could just take it as a parable on the evils of alcohol and move on. If anyone still has a bone to pick with me over it, just.. respond, I guess.
Again, I sincerely ask your forgiveness for the ass I made of myself on the network and any trouble it may have caused anyone.
[He tucks the note cards away, and reaches to turn off the picture, but pauses a moment before he does.]
...Except to that white-haired guy. You're kind of a dick.
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| Rebellion in Tibet
To Whom It May Concern,
More often than not, it is incredibly obvious when someone has waited until the very last minute to finish something.
Regards,
Lemony Snicket | |
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| [When the recording starts the picture is moving along in a rather strange, jerky motion, up to a door that gets headbutted open by the feathery head that's holding the starfish in its mouth, revealing...
...what seems to be the low-lit interior of something more akin to a cave than a room, littered with messy piles of soft scraps and plushies and yarn and even the occasional teapot.
A monstrous shadow looms on the wall, a fearsome looking four-horned creature.]You're the best, Gamzee! I'd nefur have been able to reach to use all that extra wall if you weren't here, nope nope nope! [And with a squawk the chocobo drops the SFC, sending it cartwheeling until it points at the origins of that shadow, a messier-than-usual kitty troll perched on a clown troll's shoulders, various hues of paint staining her hands and clothes and even her cheeks, still dripping a bright red from an outstretched paintbrush that had been adding the finishing touches to a heart high up on:]( THE WALL (cut for really big image) )Oh, Pounce! Hi Pounce! I'm really glad that Gamzee brought you to visi...POUNCE WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?! OH NOOOOO... [She attempts to leap at the wall to block it from view; this doesn't go well when instead it just makes both trolls topple over in a tangle of limbs.]My wallllllll! [click!]((ooc: image by our amazing Gamzee-mun!)) - Tags:amane kuzuryu, cielo, equius zahhak, expatriate darkleer, gamzee makara, kanaya maryam, karkat vantas, nepeta leijon, signless, the psiioniic, zelda (ocarina of time)
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| [Vatheon now has one (1) pigtailed schoolgirl on the network again. Surprise, it's Maka! She looks a bit cheerier since her initial arrival and is waving at the screen.]Hello! I've noticed that there are some very big differences between my world and the other worlds here, not just Vatheon, but it's a little hard to explain all the differences so... [she holds up some cards with drawings on them to the screen] I thought it'd be better if I just pointed out the major differences right now! I'm not an artist by any means, but I figured a visual would make things clearer and...I don't want to bug my roommate. He's busy drawing his own picture of the sun. Anyway! Let's start— ( There be pictures under here. ) | |
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| [Immediately after turning the camera on, the prince sets it down and walks away. When he stops, it's at a distance from which one can see him fully, outfitted in complete royal attire. For him, this is merely a matter of formality, as he wishes to make a proper announcement. For others, the clothing might just seem to be what will turn out to be an appropriately theatrical gesture.]Good evening! [He bows gracefully, but not too far, in the interest of keeping his crown on his head. That would hardly make the impression he wants. An old habit rises in him; it's been a while since he gave a speech, but he assumes the quiet confidence of tone and posture easily.] I would appreciate a few moments of your time... Truly, it isn't much, but I hope to make an offer some will find enjoyable. [He holds a hand out, as if for someone to take it.]I would like to give ballet lessons. The art of dance is a great source of inspiration and hope- one that many can find joy in. [This city sees enough uncertainty as it is, and he thinks that dance would help overcome some of it. That is part of what he means by "hope."]All will be welcome to attend! The class would merely be an introduction, and if you find it to your liking, it shall of course continue. Please... [He clasps his hands loosely together over his chest.] Let me know if you are interested, and I will arrange a time in the near future. [Filtered to Rue.]And with that, my princess... Would you be willing to help me teach? (OOC: Ballet lessons, yup! Pretty self-explanatory here, but there's also an OOC post.) | |
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