driftfleet | [Video] [From the Marivisa] [Public to the Fleet]

[The first angle you see of the phone screen is, strangely enough, looking up at one of the ceilings of the Marivisa. Out of the corner of the screen, you can the edge of a shelf, or perhaps a desk. Slowly peering over the edge, you can see a small, Baroque style clock.

Which has eyes. And a mouth. And it's two hands twitch on the side of his small mechanical face like whiskers. You cannot believe you can make this out, but yes, it does in fact look like the clock is scowling downwards.

Then sighing. Rather dramatically, at that. Then the clock disappears. There is the sound of wood scuffling across metal, then a 'Careful Cogsworth, careful waaaugh!', and the sound of a crash as something wooden slips off of something plastic and then down to something hard. Like the metal floor.

After a moment, the phone is tilted back up into the clock's face, and it growls at all of you in an impossibly posh British accent.]

I don't know where I am. I don't know where this is. I don't know what is happening. But whatever It is? It is somehow Lumiere's fault!

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[Cogsworth waggles a knowing finger.]

You see? They always gang up on the sensible ones because they know we'll shut down their insanity. Absolutely annoying, and reckless, and USUALLY blows up in our face and not theirs!

[All the huffing! More huff!]

[FEH! How can he ever have a nice conversation with Lumiere after this?!]

That's right! Always getting away with their tricks...! I can never look at that candlestick the same again!

As. Well. You. Shouldn't.

[Firmly, before he exhales.]

Still ... it is good to have these people about. Keeps you sharp. Keeps you on your toes. They aren't horrible company ALL the time.

Sure, of course they aren't always horrible company. Because after a couple drinks, such a thing doesn't exist!

[He can't believe he's saying this. To a clock.]

Hah! Yes! Quite true, quite true. A little vino veritas, and just about anyone is tolerable company!

[And the clock giggles. It's a giggling clock.]

Exactly! What's your name, Talking Clock? I'm Chuuya!

Greetings Chuuya, I am Cogsworth.

Cogsworth. Hopefully you won't have to deal with too much trouble, with Lumiere having his own crew to harass.

[He realizes that won't make much of a difference, but what else could he say? Congrats on having a friend from home? He couldn't possibly say something that soft!]

Well, we shall see. I am putting in for a transfer so I can keep an eye on him. Make sure his mischief stays manageable.

[A long put upon sigh. His lot in life. It is so hard.]

[He raises a brow. Damn, Lumiere is lucky!]

You're too nice. A guy like that should learn to clean up after himself.

I know, I know, but should the rest of us suffer because Brass-for-Brains doesn't know the meaning of self-control? I think not. I do this sacrifice for the greater good, my young friend.

[He's such a hero.]

[Geez, why does that irk him so?!]

Right. Suit yourself.

[Video] [From the Marivisa] [Public to the Fleet]

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