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driftfleet2015-07-20 08:53 pm
birdsbirdsbirds) wrote in driftfleet2015-07-20 08:53 pm
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Who: Robin
Broadcast: Audio, accidentally open to the whole fleet.
Action: If applicable!
When: Middle of the day this week.
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[it kind of seems like Robin didn't mean for this message to be public, what with the way his voice suddenly cuts in mid-word and keeps going as if he was already talking to someone. quietly.]
--utes late, since I'm staying with this family... They're nice, but the old lady always accosts me when I try to leave. She's convinced I've never eaten in my life. She's, I don't know, four feet tall? Talks with this weird accent? Her daughter says it's because she's from a northern island, but I think she's just fucking with me--
[and here he is cut off by the sudden cackling of a much older woman. her voice gets louder and she presumably invades his personal space. she does have a weird accident. she might be making it up.]
Bird boy! Are you talking to your friend? Tell them they do not feed you enough! [another hearty cackle.] You're so tall and thin that the wind will pick you right up, whip you around like a kite!
I'm-- [awkward.] I'm probably going to be fine, ma'am...
No, no. You are too skinny! And too pale.
[there's a sudden "ggkk--" from Robin, but nothing else.]
You look like fish belly. Sick child. Go sit in the sun instead of staying inside another day, like real bird!
[Robin may or may not quietly mumble something about that just being "what he looks like" before the message (thankfully) ends. how awkward. still, nothing says you can't leave a message in response...]
Broadcast: Audio, accidentally open to the whole fleet.
Action: If applicable!
When: Middle of the day this week.
---
[it kind of seems like Robin didn't mean for this message to be public, what with the way his voice suddenly cuts in mid-word and keeps going as if he was already talking to someone. quietly.]
--utes late, since I'm staying with this family... They're nice, but the old lady always accosts me when I try to leave. She's convinced I've never eaten in my life. She's, I don't know, four feet tall? Talks with this weird accent? Her daughter says it's because she's from a northern island, but I think she's just fucking with me--
[and here he is cut off by the sudden cackling of a much older woman. her voice gets louder and she presumably invades his personal space. she does have a weird accident. she might be making it up.]
Bird boy! Are you talking to your friend? Tell them they do not feed you enough! [another hearty cackle.] You're so tall and thin that the wind will pick you right up, whip you around like a kite!
I'm-- [awkward.] I'm probably going to be fine, ma'am...
No, no. You are too skinny! And too pale.
[there's a sudden "ggkk--" from Robin, but nothing else.]
You look like fish belly. Sick child. Go sit in the sun instead of staying inside another day, like real bird!
[Robin may or may not quietly mumble something about that just being "what he looks like" before the message (thankfully) ends. how awkward. still, nothing says you can't leave a message in response...]
voice;
voice;
This is not what I wanted.
voice;
voice;
voice;
voice;
[...which is when Toph can hear the woman in the distance, calling, "...That your friend? You have girlfriend yet? She sounds awful young!"
to which Robin just. sighs again.]
...Yeah.
voice;
If we're gonna be going out, I at least need your name.
voice;
[BUT... the joke at least gets him to stop sounding so dryly irritable.]
And who do I have the pleasure of, uh, suddenly dating?
voice;
[It doesn't sound like a good thing from her tone.]
Toph Beifong. When's dinner?
voice;
voice;
voice;
voice;
voice;
[it's a really nice house, actually. which he assumes she will see when she gets there...]
voice; -> action
Okay, see you soon. [Ha...]
[The line's closed, and he'll have to wait now.]
action
action
Soon enough, a short girl is coming up to the house. She's dressed in greens and yellows, and she's barefoot. When Toph reaches the front door, she faces... his general direction.]
You're tall enough to be the one she was talking about. Hey.
action
Huh. You, on the other hand... Look like you're twelve.
[please tell him you're not twelve.]
action
[Toph shoves right on by him and steps into the house.]
action; exactly five years late hello
[he sounds surprised, of course... but he lets her shove past and follows pretty fast, surprise shifting right into familiarity.]
To the left, through the doorway, and down the stairs. You get around just fine?
action;
[And she follows his directions to a T. It's quick enough, and when Toph's three steps from the botton, she jumps to land just fine. To show she can.]
What're we having?
action;
A healthy course of embarrassment, I'm sure. Side order of nagging about how I don't go outside en--
[oh. there's the boisterous noise.]
Birdy boy! Did you finally bring friends over?
[she bursts into the kitchen--short, stocky, actually about five feet tall rather than the previously implied four-foot-nothing. these guys aren't shy, so she marches right on up to Toph.]
Is she your girlfriend? [CACKLING.] She look very young!
action;
action;
You very funny! He picked a good one.
[Robin meanwhile, crosses his arms...]
Of course I did. You're like two turtledoves already.
[--but he gets hit too, smacked on the elbow.]
Stop talking. Dinner's on the balcony.
action;
Yeah, stop talking! Time for dinner. [Toph follows the old lady, cackling to herself.]
action;
action;