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driftfleet2015-11-26 06:31 pm
hymnals) wrote in driftfleet2015-11-26 06:31 pm
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Who: Adrasteius
Broadcast: Everyone
Action: the Golden
When: Now
[Oh, Light; Adrasteius is exhausted. He's barely slept for the last however many days, a product of his campaign to avoid the calibrations as much as possible. Even then, the memories of what he intruded upon dog him (especially in Coil's case), and--despite his discipline--he's drunk from sleep deprivation. But today is an important day. An important time.]
I don't know about the rest of you, but --
[His speech is a little slurred. He blinks a few times, sighs, and goes on.]
-- but back home, we have a tradition on this day. 'S called Pilgrim's Bounty. There's ... typically ...
[He makes a bunch of vague gestures.]
You know. Feasting. Turkey and pies and everything. We all sit around outside the capital and just--jump from table to table. And we're thankful. That's the key bit. More than the food.
We're thankful that we're still alive. That the Light, or --
[He exhales slowly.]
-- or the elements, or pure happenstance ... that it's preserved us. For this moment.
[He runs his hands through his long hair, his fingers tangling in his feathery bangs.]
And even though I'm here, and I miss my home, I'm still--grateful. Because I don't have my whole family. But I have my son. I have the grace of the Light. And I hope that, despite everything, you all can find something to be thankful for, too.
[He rests his head down on the kitchen table. He mutters.]
Light be with you.
Broadcast: Everyone
Action: the Golden
When: Now
[Oh, Light; Adrasteius is exhausted. He's barely slept for the last however many days, a product of his campaign to avoid the calibrations as much as possible. Even then, the memories of what he intruded upon dog him (especially in Coil's case), and--despite his discipline--he's drunk from sleep deprivation. But today is an important day. An important time.]
I don't know about the rest of you, but --
[His speech is a little slurred. He blinks a few times, sighs, and goes on.]
-- but back home, we have a tradition on this day. 'S called Pilgrim's Bounty. There's ... typically ...
[He makes a bunch of vague gestures.]
You know. Feasting. Turkey and pies and everything. We all sit around outside the capital and just--jump from table to table. And we're thankful. That's the key bit. More than the food.
We're thankful that we're still alive. That the Light, or --
[He exhales slowly.]
-- or the elements, or pure happenstance ... that it's preserved us. For this moment.
[He runs his hands through his long hair, his fingers tangling in his feathery bangs.]
And even though I'm here, and I miss my home, I'm still--grateful. Because I don't have my whole family. But I have my son. I have the grace of the Light. And I hope that, despite everything, you all can find something to be thankful for, too.
[He rests his head down on the kitchen table. He mutters.]
Light be with you.