Lumière (
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driftfleet2017-12-27 11:50 am
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Video: DON'T blow out all the candles
Who: Lumière and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Wonderduck
When: December 27th
[Christmas is always something of a bittersweet experience for Lumière. He loves the holiday, yes- but it's also the anniversary of the curse. The fact he has experienced an 11th Christmas stuck in this form is not a comforting one. Were he back home, that would have meant it was permanent.
Still, he's managed to keep his usual upbeat attitude- and then today happened. The video opens to him in the cargo hold of the Wonderduck. A footstool snuffles around him, occasionally letting out an excited yap before bounding off to explore other parts of the hold back end (or what you'd ASSUME is the back end) wagging. See, Sultan was a NICE gift, Atroma. This. This is bullshit.
Lumière is staring at a cake. It's his cake. And, of course, it wouldn't be Atroma if it wasn't mildly offensive. There's also a shitton of candles on it- 42, if you care to count. ]
Oh...wow. Atroma. You....shouldn't have. No. Really. You shouldn't. [He gives the offending cake a prod.] I am not sure if I should offer this to anyone or not. I dread to think what is inside of it and I'd hate to give any of you food poisoning before New Year.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Wonderduck
When: December 27th
[Christmas is always something of a bittersweet experience for Lumière. He loves the holiday, yes- but it's also the anniversary of the curse. The fact he has experienced an 11th Christmas stuck in this form is not a comforting one. Were he back home, that would have meant it was permanent.
Still, he's managed to keep his usual upbeat attitude- and then today happened. The video opens to him in the cargo hold of the Wonderduck. A footstool snuffles around him, occasionally letting out an excited yap before bounding off to explore other parts of the hold back end (or what you'd ASSUME is the back end) wagging. See, Sultan was a NICE gift, Atroma. This. This is bullshit.
Lumière is staring at a cake. It's his cake. And, of course, it wouldn't be Atroma if it wasn't mildly offensive. There's also a shitton of candles on it- 42, if you care to count. ]
Oh...wow. Atroma. You....shouldn't have. No. Really. You shouldn't. [He gives the offending cake a prod.] I am not sure if I should offer this to anyone or not. I dread to think what is inside of it and I'd hate to give any of you food poisoning before New Year.

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His name is Sultan, he is the castle pet, back home. Atroma sent him here.
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This is — the castle in which you and Mr. Cogsworth are from, is it?
[The fellow had told him little basics, here and there — and Jarvis has been hoping for a day where the candelabra would suddenly reappear updated and human and having succeeded in their goals. As it is, he can only offer questions.]
Is everything in the castle a person, I must ask?
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[He can live with questions. ]
Some things were given life anyway- dishes, cutlery. So not everything was a person at one point, but still gained some sort of sentience with the spell.
[Which when it's broken, what happens to them? He doesn't want to think about it.]
But anything that can speak- or...bark in this case, was human at one point.
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Why was it again, that you're all forced to be common household objects?
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[There's always going to be a generous amount of salt about the curse thing. ]
I do not know. She did not say. Perhaps she wanted to make sure we could not go into the world to find our master a suitable girl.
[But he knows the real reason is likely that they became what the Master saw them as: things, possessions. Just...objects to be used as he saw fit. Not people. He doesn't say it out loud, though. Never out loud. ]
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Had she just hoped someone single and interested in a relationship would stumble upon your castle? That's a particularly terrible way of handling this whole situation, I must say.
[Because what in the Sam Hill, buddy.]
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Let her turn me into a coat hanger, I'll wallop her with my little arms.
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Now that would be a fight I would love to see.
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She could turn a pile of sticks into a four-course meal.
[thats clearly how it works]
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She could have fed an entire village of hungry people.