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

[timelysteward]

[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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[timelysteward]

[Watch. The eyebrow. Raise.]

Ye-es, yes, enchanted talking clocks and candelabras are just ... a fascinating show to watch. Look at how we gather dust in such a fascinating manner.

[Eye. Brow. Further. Up. Listen Cogsworth can talk all the snuff he wants about Lumiere - Lumiere is his Best Friend. YOU SIR cannot.]

No more bizarre than your clothes, sir.

[maledictus_semper]

[What is wrong with his unique blend of hobo chique? He thinks his clothes are lovely even if they are out of a dumpster.]

My clothes? Come now, they are simply all the rage from where I come from. You must appreciate good fashion where you see it, my ticking friend.

[timelysteward]

[Well it could be that he looks like a HOBO.]

It is the fashion where you come from to dress like a beggar? Ah. My. How... novel.

[All the eyebrows.]

[maledictus_semper]

[Shhh, don't tell him that, otherwise it might hurt his feelings.]

A beggar? Oh, how rude. This is the best fashion of Niflheim. Perhaps, even before that.

[He's accumulated more layers over the thousands of years he's been alive.]

Might I ask are you also cursed like the candlestick?

[timelysteward]

[Hrm. Cogsworth ought to be a little more cautious. This might be another sensitive Enchantress, after all.]

Then Niflheim is a very ... forward thinking place, monsieur. I do like your ... [Oh just pick something, Cogsworth.] Cravat.

[A quiet moment, before Cogsworth sighs sadly, folding his small wooden hands together.]

Yes, yes I am.

[maledictus_semper]

Cravat? Oh, you mean my scarf?

[He's very picky on his item of clothing and guess what? He loves scarves.]

Might I ask what you did to deserve such a fate? Perhaps, time is not on your side.

[Badum-tish.]

[timelysteward]

Aaaah, is that what that is? Yes, your ... scarf.

[He pressed his lips together.]

Uh. Hem. No. It is quite literally not on our side.

[maledictus_semper]

I do love scarves, can you tell? Back home I like trying on different ones to see which will fit me better.

[Vain? Only just a little bit but this Dumpster King loved his fashion.]

A pity you cannot wear clothes, my clock friend.

[timelysteward]

Well you pull them off very well.

[He was a little vain, but then again, so is Cogsworth.]

Yes, I do miss my finery.

[maledictus_semper]

Thank you. What a kind thing to be told by a...clock.

[A first for sure.]

Ah, what sort of finery did you wear before you were turned into a time piece?

[timelysteward]

Human. Human cursed to be a clock. A ... human clock.

[Yes. Er. Right. Not at all awkward there.

And now ... a pained sigh.]

Red velvet waistcoat with embroidery. Red velvet top coat. Proper satin trousers. Gold buckles on my shoes.