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driftfleet2017-03-18 06:31 pm
winn) wrote in driftfleet2017-03-18 06:31 pm
07 - video
Who: Winn Schott + you = awesome
Broadcast: yup!
Action: Tourist!
When: now!
[ the feed opens with a profile view of a sleeping winn. on his face, you can see an elaborate sharpie painted mustache (courtesy of opal) and from the ceiling right above him hangs a plastic flamingo in a coat and plastic sunglasses (courtesy of cisco).
to anyone who's been by to see him lately, it's a very familiar scene. but seconds into it something that hasn't happened in about two weeks begins to take place - movement. with a soft groan, winn reaches a sluggish hand to his face, shielding his eyes from the light. the hand then seems to decide that scratching above his upper lip is better use of its time and skills. slowly, his eyes blink open, struggling to adjust, to focus.
and then they do. on that flamingo.
he yelps, jumping up in bed, tearing the flamingo off its strings and throws it across the room, where he proceeds to stare at an off frame army of (four) flamingos. rubbing at his temples he mutters just loudly enough to be captured on film ] So Cisco's still here...
[ that seems to remind him of something, and with a sharp move his still sleepy mind can't seem to properly cope with, grabs at the communicator and misses. next attempt brings it into his hand and you finally get a close up of that glorious mustache.
he frowns into the camera ]
Of course it's rolling... [ his voice is raw, lips chapped, and he clears his throat in an attempt to bring back his usual volume ] Hi - Fleeters - if we're still calling ourselves that - Winn Schott here, back to the world of the conscious - if you recognize me check in and tell me how long I've been out - Kitty - you better still be here. [ because unless you call him within the next 10 seconds he's calling you as soon as he cuts this feed and if you're not there he will freak. he rubs at his painted mustache again, not quite realizing what's bothering him, and with a small tired smile fumbles to shut the broadcast off. ]
Broadcast: yup!
Action: Tourist!
When: now!
[ the feed opens with a profile view of a sleeping winn. on his face, you can see an elaborate sharpie painted mustache (courtesy of opal) and from the ceiling right above him hangs a plastic flamingo in a coat and plastic sunglasses (courtesy of cisco).
to anyone who's been by to see him lately, it's a very familiar scene. but seconds into it something that hasn't happened in about two weeks begins to take place - movement. with a soft groan, winn reaches a sluggish hand to his face, shielding his eyes from the light. the hand then seems to decide that scratching above his upper lip is better use of its time and skills. slowly, his eyes blink open, struggling to adjust, to focus.
and then they do. on that flamingo.
he yelps, jumping up in bed, tearing the flamingo off its strings and throws it across the room, where he proceeds to stare at an off frame army of (four) flamingos. rubbing at his temples he mutters just loudly enough to be captured on film ] So Cisco's still here...
[ that seems to remind him of something, and with a sharp move his still sleepy mind can't seem to properly cope with, grabs at the communicator and misses. next attempt brings it into his hand and you finally get a close up of that glorious mustache.
he frowns into the camera ]
Of course it's rolling... [ his voice is raw, lips chapped, and he clears his throat in an attempt to bring back his usual volume ] Hi - Fleeters - if we're still calling ourselves that - Winn Schott here, back to the world of the conscious - if you recognize me check in and tell me how long I've been out - Kitty - you better still be here. [ because unless you call him within the next 10 seconds he's calling you as soon as he cuts this feed and if you're not there he will freak. he rubs at his painted mustache again, not quite realizing what's bothering him, and with a small tired smile fumbles to shut the broadcast off. ]
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Yeah? But a real one's prickly though - [ trying to subdue that expression with absurdity? ]
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Also, thank your genetics that you can use a razor.
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That's the extent of your German, isn't it?
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I also got lederhosen -
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Or he could just groan.] Of course you do. Well congratulations, you have a third German word. Very useful one.
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So what does it mean?
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It means you're an asshole.
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I missed you too. [ retroactive missing counts as missing. ]
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...I went into a coma for about a week, little after you did.
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Are you okay?
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[Or it could be the zombie part, Kurt.]
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Ah, because evil kinda seemed like enough? [ he's going to get traumatized again, isn't he. he can feel it coming. ]
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Do you want me to tell you like this or come see you?
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[ this shouldn't be a video chat. ]
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[video-action] cw:discussion of eugenics, genocide, war, and related topics
[Kurt cuts off the feed without further ado, and starts making his way toward the shuttles. Within the half hour he's standing in front of Winn's door, dreading the conversation they're about to have. Why the hell is it always him that brings the bad news?
'Because you're a Darkholme.' He signs heavily and knocks.]
[action] cw:discussion of eugenics, genocide, war, and related topics
well, ready or not, here it comes.
he opens the door, and despite his best efforts, remnants of that ridiculous mustache remain on his skin. ]
Hey - come in. [ he steps aside to let him through ]
[action] cw:discussion of eugenics, genocide, war, and related topics
[action] cw:discussion of eugenics, genocide, war, and related topics
[action] ...or maybe not
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[action] (FIVE MILLION YEARS LATER)
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