[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!

Comments

[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.