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maskormenace2015-01-26 10:10 pm
redhairring) wrote in maskormenace2015-01-26 10:10 pm
video; backdated to Jan 23
[ The comm gets turned on, and is pointed to...a scenic De Chima gas station? Anyway, Freddie's looking at the comm, narrating like it's something super important. She's crouched behind her terrible, keyed-up car, as if she's hiding from someone. ]
Right, it seems like this dickhead that I've been stuck with is not a friendly face as I once thought, but is instead some sort of co-conspirator with that asshole astronaut. He's tried to keep this device away from me multiple times, obviously failing.
[ the dickhead in question is Will Graham who, emerging from the gas station and walking towards the car has a look of expression on his face that's the beaten-down expression of a man who's come to accept that everybody he knows is either missing or insane. Needless to say, once he spots Freddie recording, he picks up the pace to get to the car a bit. ]
I don't know how much time I have before he comes back. So anybody from Uranus, I need you to contact me as soon as possible. I've been designated to bring back—
Freddie, just give me the comm, and I'll—
Never, you traitor!
[ Needless to say, Will Graham has had enough of this bullshit and promptly tries to yank the comm away from Freddie. Who's struggling to keep hold of it. So enjoy some shakycam footage of a gas station, the ground, and Freddie & Will's lower bodies, complete with occasional cries of "traitor!" from Freddie. Eventually, the comm manages to get turned off in the scuffle. ]
[ ooc: lightning sucks ]
Right, it seems like this dickhead that I've been stuck with is not a friendly face as I once thought, but is instead some sort of co-conspirator with that asshole astronaut. He's tried to keep this device away from me multiple times, obviously failing.
[ the dickhead in question is Will Graham who, emerging from the gas station and walking towards the car has a look of expression on his face that's the beaten-down expression of a man who's come to accept that everybody he knows is either missing or insane. Needless to say, once he spots Freddie recording, he picks up the pace to get to the car a bit. ]
I don't know how much time I have before he comes back. So anybody from Uranus, I need you to contact me as soon as possible. I've been designated to bring back—
Freddie, just give me the comm, and I'll—
Never, you traitor!
[ Needless to say, Will Graham has had enough of this bullshit and promptly tries to yank the comm away from Freddie. Who's struggling to keep hold of it. So enjoy some shakycam footage of a gas station, the ground, and Freddie & Will's lower bodies, complete with occasional cries of "traitor!" from Freddie. Eventually, the comm manages to get turned off in the scuffle. ]
[ ooc: lightning sucks ]
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[And while he's bringing Saul up to speed, might as well.]
Oltneimmer was the capital of Uranus. That's where she's from, you know.
[Just imagine that little gif of the bird with the ? over its head because that's exactly how Will sounds about frikkin Oltneimmer. He just doesn't know.]
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[Saul rubs his forehead.]
Okay, so — just bring her here, I guess. And then maybe put those FBI skills of yours to work and look into what kind of lightning scrambles peoples' brains.
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Not FBI anymore. [HE REALLY LOVES SAYING THAT, GOODNESS] And none of those skills relate to this sort of issue, so I'm just gonna bring her back.
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Fine. Good luck.
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...thanks. I'll send you a message if anything crops up to delay return time.
[1) He actually means the thanks.
2) The way he says that last part is the voice of someone living on a prayer he won't have to deal with what just came out of his mouth.
Somniatyne, save them all.]