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driftfleet2015-09-03 09:26 pm
merchantprince) wrote in driftfleet2015-09-03 09:26 pm
video ♪ the viewers really want the D(warf)
Who: Varric and open
Broadcast: Video, and open!
Action: The Marsiva.
When: Thursday afternoon
[video;]
[The feed opens with a glorious shot of a gold-embroidered scarlet tunic-- a nice, slow pan across the gently furred planes of a man's chest, the brassy necklace resting across his collarbone, the dip of his throat--
-- and then he punches the camera upward.]
Ha ha, all right, you've had your fill. Stubborn metal piece of shit. [Varric looks none-too-amused.] Just tell me who took all my wine and maybe, maybe I won't tear the walls down.
[He leans back and rubs at his face. While he's usually pretty sharp and charismatic, right now there's a glimpse of how tired he is.]
Something tells me I'm gonna need it after you all tell me what happened while I was--
[A pause. He glances offscreen, takes in the sight of the stars and the hospitality deck of the Marsiva. Kidnapped three times? Really? What the hell is his life?]
-- somewhere else.
Broadcast: Video, and open!
Action: The Marsiva.
When: Thursday afternoon
[video;]
[The feed opens with a glorious shot of a gold-embroidered scarlet tunic-- a nice, slow pan across the gently furred planes of a man's chest, the brassy necklace resting across his collarbone, the dip of his throat--
-- and then he punches the camera upward.]
Ha ha, all right, you've had your fill. Stubborn metal piece of shit. [Varric looks none-too-amused.] Just tell me who took all my wine and maybe, maybe I won't tear the walls down.
[He leans back and rubs at his face. While he's usually pretty sharp and charismatic, right now there's a glimpse of how tired he is.]
Something tells me I'm gonna need it after you all tell me what happened while I was--
[A pause. He glances offscreen, takes in the sight of the stars and the hospitality deck of the Marsiva. Kidnapped three times? Really? What the hell is his life?]
-- somewhere else.
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Nothing to be done about that. Yet. [He cants his head to the side.] Did anything explode while I was gone?
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Not particularly. There was a planet full of beaches and we all had an enforced vacation.
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I'm glad it wasn't too exciting. It's easier to write about things you've seen, and I'd get all sorts of awful reviews if I left out something good.
[Not that he's working on a driftfleet novel, or anything...]
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[Far too outlandish.]