caughtinanetwork | oo2. video; I think they call it mechanophillia

[ There's a clatter before the feed turns on. It seems the SFC's fallen and is now pointing straight toward the sky. Enjoy the view, Vatheon. It's the forest today and the sea above is lovely as are the trees.

And then you hear it. It sounds like Ciel Phantomhive but somehow the drawl of that voice is kind of... different. ]

There you are, girl. Easy does it.

[ A pause with the barest, softest grunt. ]

Bugger but that's in tight, isn't it? Didn't think we'd have that kind of trouble. S'alright though... just relax and let me reach in there...

[ Another grunt, this one more forced. Ronald's breath seems to be hitching at this point because there's a soft pant after it. ]

Wedged in there tighter than I thought. Guess we'll prolly need more lube. Good thing Ciel's got these lovely thin fingers, eh?

[ And another groan coupled with the shuffle of cloth. ]

Easy, old girl. Easy. Almost there...

[ Further panting, much worse and much ragged than earlier. And another grunt of effort. ]

Bleeding... wreck... ah... almost...
Got it!

[ There's one more loud groan followed by heavy breathing...

And the roar of a lawnmower engine? ]

That takes care of that, then. Should prolly clean up now. Gunk's gotten all over--

[ And there it goes. Ronald's finally realized his SFC's fallen out of his pocket. He reaches over to pick it up, looking for all the world like an overworked greasemonkey. Behind him on the ground, his shiny red lawnmower of a death scythe is purring like a happy kitten. There's a sheepish little two fingered salute for your troubles. ]

...Well that's embarrassing. Sorry about that everyone. Just a bit of maintenance work! Seems she's been a mess ever since I came in what with the state of us being wet and all. Incidentally, anyone need some yard work done?

[ ooc: responses will be coming from

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S'not like I meant to, mind. SFC fell out of my back pocket.

[ Huff. Sometimes, you have to wonder who the kid between them is. And nope. He had no freaking idea. ]

Wasn't like I was aiming to broadcast it. Just so happens it did.

Tch. [ have you ever heard yourself 'tch' quite so disdainfully before, Ronald? probably not. ] Careless.

Why has it taken you this long to repair that machine of yours, at any rate?

Now don't go 'round calling me careless, Phantombrat.

[ That 'tch' is really kind of scary. And really surreal considering it's coming from his mouth. ]

There's the bit about settling in, you know... and the fact I couldn't find a proper tool kit to tend to her.

And why shouldn't I? You seem to have proven so already.

[ oh, and he refuses to call that damned machine a 'she.' ]

It couldn't have waited until you could dirty your own hands, I suppose?

Like I said. Quicker I get it done the better.

[ Have you ever seen your face pout before, Ciel? And I mean really childishly stupidly pout so much that there has been no manga panel to make an icon of it yet or ever will maybe? ]

Pardon me if you've never worked a day in your life.

[ that...is an expression he hopes never to see on his own face again. stop it, Ronald. stop it now.

he scoffs, though, lips curling in a sneer. ]

What do you think I was doing aboard the Campania? I was not there for pleasure, I assure you.

[ Can't stop won't stop can't be tamed. ]

Not that kind of work, you daft git. I'm talking about elbow grease. Sweat on your brow and all that.

[ A sigh. ]

Cor, you nobles...

...excuse me?

[ what did you just call him, Knox? he could have sworn he'd just heard 'daft' in there. this is not an offense to be taken lightly. ]

[ Ooh, didn't like that burn, Ciel? ]

Yeah, you heard me. Spoiled. Daft. Git.