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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.
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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...]
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[and he sounds distinctly displeased about it. it sounds like Opinions. and he zeroes in on a plate of skinny fish fried whole.]
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Oh? You sound a little annoyed about that...
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[oh, yes, one bite in and these fish are immediately his favorites. they are about to be daintily devoured... as are any others that go gliding past him over the course of their stay.]
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[omnom... nom...]