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tvk2011-10-26 09:48 pm
croibhristeoir) wrote in tvk2011-10-26 09:48 pm
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⚔ 008; [video; morning of 10/24]
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caliburns, because misunderstandings happen a lot with these guys. Expect responses from both of them.]
[The phone fell to the floor when a small misstep caused Lancer to nudge the table it was on--in accordance with Murphy's Law, of course the video turned on. For the moment, it focused mainly on a lump of sheets and blankets a skilled eye might recognize as Saber. Just offscreen, a familiar voice could be heard muttering to himself.]
...thought for certain it was here yesterday, it's not as if it could just wander off.
[Lancer wandered onscreen, mostly in the background as he carefully examined yonder closet.]
[Now, Prospero, you may well notice three things about Lancer. One is that his hair is notably disheveled. Another is that he has a nasty looking pair of scars from some kind of stab wound lined up on his chest and back.]
[The third, directly following the second, is that he's not wearing a shirt. Sharing a room with Saber and not wearing a shirt. Scandalous.Also hot damn.]
Are you awake, Saber? I seem to have lost something. [Pause.] Additionally, I think that perhaps we should discuss last night. That was an occurrence of no small significance for both of us, I think.
[Silence. The blanket lump shifted--you have disturbed the sleeping lion, Lancer.]
...It is at least safe to say I will be feeling the effect of that final thrust for some time yet, Lancer.
...perhaps the conclusion was a bit more forceful than I'd intended, yes.
[WELL SHIT PROSPERO, DOESN'T THAT SOUND LIKE AN INTERESTING CONVERSATION. TOO BAD, VIDEO CUTS OUT THERE.]
caliburns, because misunderstandings happen a lot with these guys. Expect responses from both of them.][The phone fell to the floor when a small misstep caused Lancer to nudge the table it was on--in accordance with Murphy's Law, of course the video turned on. For the moment, it focused mainly on a lump of sheets and blankets a skilled eye might recognize as Saber. Just offscreen, a familiar voice could be heard muttering to himself.]
...thought for certain it was here yesterday, it's not as if it could just wander off.
[Lancer wandered onscreen, mostly in the background as he carefully examined yonder closet.]
[Now, Prospero, you may well notice three things about Lancer. One is that his hair is notably disheveled. Another is that he has a nasty looking pair of scars from some kind of stab wound lined up on his chest and back.]
[The third, directly following the second, is that he's not wearing a shirt. Sharing a room with Saber and not wearing a shirt. Scandalous.
Are you awake, Saber? I seem to have lost something. [Pause.] Additionally, I think that perhaps we should discuss last night. That was an occurrence of no small significance for both of us, I think.
[Silence. The blanket lump shifted--you have disturbed the sleeping lion, Lancer.]
...It is at least safe to say I will be feeling the effect of that final thrust for some time yet, Lancer.
...perhaps the conclusion was a bit more forceful than I'd intended, yes.
[WELL SHIT PROSPERO, DOESN'T THAT SOUND LIKE AN INTERESTING CONVERSATION. TOO BAD, VIDEO CUTS OUT THERE.]
Voice
Her eyes closed, she reached out into the air, not speaking, and traced them in it. It took her a moment to speak.]
You're sure you're not sleeping with her?
Voice
I am not sleeping with Saber.
Voice - late song time!