Lumière (
chicandsporting) wrote in
driftfleet2018-01-16 10:37 pm
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I can't wait to be human again
Who: Lumière and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Wonderduck
When: 16th Jan
[Wonderduck]
[Since the curse, Lumière doesn't dream or do...anything he did when he had a living body. Calibrations was the last time that had happened to him in a decade, and that...well, that didn't really count. Still, upon groggily waking from his sleep his first thought was that Atroma had dropped a dream into his head again. A nice dream, mind, but cruel too, given the circumstances. To give the impression that the curse had been broken at all was a little nasty even for-
He stretches out an arm which would have been a harmless action as a candelabra- much less so when you're a six foot seven tall man resting on top of the kitchen cabinet. He rolls off and hits the ground with a thud and ow that hurt. It takes a moment for him to register that it did hurt- sitting up in confusion and staring at his hands - Hands he has HANDS again. - A quick check and yep, he is definitely back into a human body again. ]
Zut alors, it wasn't a dream.
[He doesn't even CARE that he's still trapped in the Fleet- that his journey home was only brief. What matters right now is he's alive for the first time in a decade and it's wonderful. Laughing, he pulls himself to his feet, brushing off his (outdated, so outdated) clothing before racing off to find his crew. YA'LL ABOUT TO GET HUGGED.]
[Video]
[For those who had found him in his calibration room, this will be a familiar face- otherwise, the network is graced by an entirely new people- though once you hear his accent, it's clear he's anything but. He's beaming from ear to ear, utterly delighted. This is the Best Day.]
Bonjour, mes amis! It seems I had a sort journey home for a while, but I'm back! It was not a very interesting trip back home. Very boring, really. Nothing happened.
[He chuckles to himself, examining his fingernails.]
So. What did I miss?
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Wonderduck
When: 16th Jan
[Wonderduck]
[Since the curse, Lumière doesn't dream or do...anything he did when he had a living body. Calibrations was the last time that had happened to him in a decade, and that...well, that didn't really count. Still, upon groggily waking from his sleep his first thought was that Atroma had dropped a dream into his head again. A nice dream, mind, but cruel too, given the circumstances. To give the impression that the curse had been broken at all was a little nasty even for-
He stretches out an arm which would have been a harmless action as a candelabra- much less so when you're a six foot seven tall man resting on top of the kitchen cabinet. He rolls off and hits the ground with a thud and ow that hurt. It takes a moment for him to register that it did hurt- sitting up in confusion and staring at his hands - Hands he has HANDS again. - A quick check and yep, he is definitely back into a human body again. ]
Zut alors, it wasn't a dream.
[He doesn't even CARE that he's still trapped in the Fleet- that his journey home was only brief. What matters right now is he's alive for the first time in a decade and it's wonderful. Laughing, he pulls himself to his feet, brushing off his (outdated, so outdated) clothing before racing off to find his crew. YA'LL ABOUT TO GET HUGGED.]
[Video]
[For those who had found him in his calibration room, this will be a familiar face- otherwise, the network is graced by an entirely new people- though once you hear his accent, it's clear he's anything but. He's beaming from ear to ear, utterly delighted. This is the Best Day.]
Bonjour, mes amis! It seems I had a sort journey home for a while, but I'm back! It was not a very interesting trip back home. Very boring, really. Nothing happened.
[He chuckles to himself, examining his fingernails.]
So. What did I miss?

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He's hanging around the bridge, and so he'll soon appear to the sound of his voice with a grin and his arms out wide. ]
Bonjor, mon chaton, here I am~
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I absolutely do not miss my arms being on fire. Not even a tiny little bit.
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Right? No longer flammable and a hundred per cent more cuddly.
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[Yes, apparently getting someone laid counts as keeping a promise. ]
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Ten years, Kitty. Ten years. I wasn't going to waste any time.
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[He does not believe in her innocence a tiny bit. He remembers the twerking. ]
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I have my dalliances that I'm rather fond of. But promises were made and I could not break one now, could I?
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I'm so very glad you noticed, it's a gift I'm very proud of!
We're on action now. There was hugging! Unless he just thinks he knows where Atroma's camera's are.
omg sorry I debrained, pretend he bowed to her in person DOOT DOOT
lol, it's fine. I am forever forgetting and being vaaaaague
I'm so good at forgetting lordy
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That sounds like the perfect title for me. Something I can be proud of.
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