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driftfleet2017-03-21 12:26 am
servantnotserving) wrote in driftfleet2017-03-21 12:26 am
Entry tags:
001: Video
Who: Lumiére and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Marsiva
When: Right noe
[There are some things a person comes to expect in their life. Of course, magical curses that turn you and your colleagues into inanimate objects tends to move those goalposts a little, but you still expect certain things to remain the way they are.
For instance, if you live in an 18th century castle in the middle of France, you honestly don't expect to be suddenly not in that castle. And you absolutely do not expect to be suddenly in space. You sure don't expect to somehow understand, at least vaguely what space is. These are things Lumiére did not expect to happen to him today, and yet here they are, happening.
But then again, the Flooters probably don't expect to see a sentient candelabra shuffling in front of their screens as he presses his little candle hands to the window, staring out in the blank nothingness. Lumiére has no idea how he got here, he has no idea WHY he's here, but there's one thing he knows for absolute certainty-
Cogsworth is going to KILL him. ]
Zut alors! What is this place?
[He really, genuinely doesn't have time for this. Usually he's a big fan of all kinds of tomfoolery, but he's kind of on a really tight schedule right now and it's really, really not one he can shirk. He needs to get out of...whatever this is and get back. Like. Now. He turns, looking around him in the vast room, hoping for a sign of life.]
Hello? Anyone home?
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Marsiva
When: Right noe
[There are some things a person comes to expect in their life. Of course, magical curses that turn you and your colleagues into inanimate objects tends to move those goalposts a little, but you still expect certain things to remain the way they are.
For instance, if you live in an 18th century castle in the middle of France, you honestly don't expect to be suddenly not in that castle. And you absolutely do not expect to be suddenly in space. You sure don't expect to somehow understand, at least vaguely what space is. These are things Lumiére did not expect to happen to him today, and yet here they are, happening.
But then again, the Flooters probably don't expect to see a sentient candelabra shuffling in front of their screens as he presses his little candle hands to the window, staring out in the blank nothingness. Lumiére has no idea how he got here, he has no idea WHY he's here, but there's one thing he knows for absolute certainty-
Cogsworth is going to KILL him. ]
Zut alors! What is this place?
[He really, genuinely doesn't have time for this. Usually he's a big fan of all kinds of tomfoolery, but he's kind of on a really tight schedule right now and it's really, really not one he can shirk. He needs to get out of...whatever this is and get back. Like. Now. He turns, looking around him in the vast room, hoping for a sign of life.]
Hello? Anyone home?
voice;
Well, if you are looking to battle someone, you are better off using en garde. That is more telling someone your intention to fight them.
...Is that a sword thing? The fighting?
Re: voice;
Great, thanks.
[He pauses for a second and then huffs a laugh out.]
Yeah, well, I'm a war sword, so it's all I really care about.
voice;
voice;
voice;
voice;
voice;
voice;
voice;
voice;
[WAIT NO.]
Mercy.
[He tried?]
voice;
Close enough!
voice;
[He would wave, but, well, it's voice. See you later, CandleMan!]