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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...]
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I have a place like that too. Not a castle, but a dark little world... I've been shoved between these places so many times, I wouldn't be all that surprised if I woke up back there one day like I'd never left.
So... I sincerely hope that neither of us go backwards.
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...Thanks, though.
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[he ends up shrugging. he doesn't acknowledge the thanks, for whatever reason.]
It's the kind of late-night thinking that could make a group of tightly-gathered crazy people even crazier, I bet.
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...Yes, let's not release that seed of thought on the others. It has the potential to get very messy.
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That's what I'm aiming for.