A promise made is a promise kept. Even... weird ones.

[bythewaves]

Who: Maglor and you
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Huntress
When: Now

[ The video flips on to Maglor carefully setting his communicator down. He waves at the camera. ]

This is for Vash.

[ He tells everyone cheerfully and then backs away, gesturing behind him, to where a vuvuzela sits calmly on a table. Nothing special to see here. He walks away, from the communicator, picks up the vuvuzela, and then the shappy mop of pink on the table, that turns out to be a wig. He straps that to the vuvuzela, comes back and picks up the communicator, and starts to walk ]

As requested, we are conducting an experiment, to see if the wig stays on.

[ He stops by the airlock, where there is a bit of fumbling around, and then the vuvuzela, complete with wig, is shown drifting off into space. The communicator stays on it until it's vanished into the distance. And then Maglor turns around, and you can hear him sigh.

The same vuvuzela, complete with wig, is lying on the floor behind him ]

And now we know.

[ CLICK. Yes. That's literally the entire reason for this post. Blame Vash. ]

Comments

[bythewaves]

[ Giggling on the inside ]

Inanimate object! Besides, considering how it keeps appearing and disappearing, even if I gave it to you, I'm sure it'd just turn up somewhere else.

[castintoflames]

Is it? (He's not buying that.) But at least it wouldn't be jettisoned out into space with me!

[bythewaves]

Oh Nelyo! You can try and keep it in your room, but I'm pretty sure it won't stay there!

[castintoflames]

I will come gather it. (And give it a nice talking to - all wayward children need one of those!) We can at least try.

[bythewaves]

I really don't think it will make much difference, Nelyo, but alright.

[castintoflames]

Take the wig off of it, at least. (Goodness. He'll be reaching for the little vuvuzela a few minutes later, lips pursed.) Come with me, little one.

[bythewaves]

Nelyo! [ Maglor laughs at him ]

You're talking as if it can hear you.

[castintoflames]

It can. (He lifts the vuvuzela and gives it a little pat.) You are welcome to stay with me.

[bythewaves]

Inanimate object

[ Maglor reminds him fondly ]

Not a pet, Nelyo.

[castintoflames]

Your opinion. (He holds the vuvuzela out.) Tell them goodbye, Kano.

[bythewaves]

[ huff ]

Shan't.

[castintoflames]

Kano. (He reaches out to tug on some hair.)

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor pouts ]

Don't want to.

[castintoflames]

Goodbye, vuvuzela. I'm sorry I sent you careening into space wearing a silly wig.

[bythewaves]

But I'm not sorry!

[castintoflames]

He's lying. (He consoles the little instrument.) My brother has a very odd sense of humor, you see.

[bythewaves]

You're putting words in my mouth!

[castintoflames]

These words should be in your mouth.

[bythewaves]

Don't want to say them!

[castintoflames]

(He sighs woefully.) Then I'm afraid I must tickle you.

[bythewaves]

You'll have to put it down first!

[castintoflames]

(Suspicious! But he sets down the vuvuzela carefully.)

Now... (Let the tickling commence!)

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor leaps away - oh no, you'll have to catch him first ]

[castintoflames]

(Very well! He gives chase, snickering at every evasion.)

Stop being so quick!

[bythewaves]

Absolutely not!

[ Maglor dodges around a table to avoid him ]