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maskormenace2016-09-02 04:36 pm
devoutish) wrote in maskormenace2016-09-02 04:36 pm
Entry tags:
- adam parrish | n/a,
- † alfie solomons | n/a,
- † francis urquhart | n/a,
- † frederick chilton | chief of staff!!,
- † hartley rathaway | the pied piper,
- † james jesse | the trickster,
- † john watson | n/a,
- † kitty jones | n/a,
- † lance | the blue paladin,
- † mako mori | n/a,
- † nike lemercier | n/a,
- † rincewind | n/a
💣 001 | audio
[There's the sound of fumbling and a little bit of unintelligible muttering before any real words are spoken - the communicator isn't hard to figure out, but it still takes some practice to get the hang of.]
-- this button here, and then-- oh, there we go. Have I got it? Hello.
[Alfie's voice is deep and rumbly, and very Cockney. He switches on the video next. It's zoomed in too close on him to give any real clues to his surroundings - there's just the back of a couch and a blank wall visible behind him - but his clothes are clearly old-fashioned.]
Fucking fantastic, these things. Looking at your little images on the screen, it's like you're really there. Yeah, wonderful picture quality. I'm very impressed. But I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, should I - bigger and bolder seems like something of a trend here. I discovered one of your supermarkets earlier this morning. Fucking hell, the size of that place. Entire aisles set aside for nothing but ketchup; for ice cream. Hats off to the future, eh?
[And since he's actually wearing a top hat, he goes ahead and tips it.
But despite his conversational tone, his eyes are deadly serious. He narrows them a little, as he peers closer at the screen. He seems calm and affable, sure - but if you look behind that front, it's clear that he is very much not happy with how his day is going.]
Right. How many people am I speaking to, right now? Is it just those who've been brought here like me, or do I also have the pleasure of the army's company?
[Because he would like to have words.]
-- this button here, and then-- oh, there we go. Have I got it? Hello.
[Alfie's voice is deep and rumbly, and very Cockney. He switches on the video next. It's zoomed in too close on him to give any real clues to his surroundings - there's just the back of a couch and a blank wall visible behind him - but his clothes are clearly old-fashioned.]
Fucking fantastic, these things. Looking at your little images on the screen, it's like you're really there. Yeah, wonderful picture quality. I'm very impressed. But I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, should I - bigger and bolder seems like something of a trend here. I discovered one of your supermarkets earlier this morning. Fucking hell, the size of that place. Entire aisles set aside for nothing but ketchup; for ice cream. Hats off to the future, eh?
[And since he's actually wearing a top hat, he goes ahead and tips it.
But despite his conversational tone, his eyes are deadly serious. He narrows them a little, as he peers closer at the screen. He seems calm and affable, sure - but if you look behind that front, it's clear that he is very much not happy with how his day is going.]
Right. How many people am I speaking to, right now? Is it just those who've been brought here like me, or do I also have the pleasure of the army's company?
[Because he would like to have words.]
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