Maglor Makalaure Canafinwe Feanorion (
bythewaves) wrote in
driftfleet2017-09-03 11:57 pm
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A promise made is a promise kept. Even... weird ones.
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. ]
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. ]
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If you can get it to stay that way, my friend, you are welcome to try! But not where my brother can see.
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[VERY POINTEDLY.]
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[ Maglor shrugs wryly]
He gets protective.
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[So dry.]
My point stands, it holds enough value that your brother cares and you don't want it's 'death' to upset him.
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Why should we not?
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[Remember that time you made Khadgar dress up?]
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[ He does, and Khadgar looked very handsome! ]
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[It was stuffy!]
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[ It was not that bad, don't sulk ]
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[He'll sulk all he wants!]
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[ Now, now, don't be a baby ]
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[Bite him.]
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[ Baaaaaaaaaaby ]
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[Braaaaaat.]
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Relative to whatever you want it to be, I suppose. In this case, relative to what you think of it. But contrariness is something of my nature.
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Are all of you this impossible?
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I cannot speak for all of us, although I suppose I am fairly normal, for my family.
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