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animus_network2013-03-17 08:03 pm
unalienable) wrote in animus_network2013-03-17 08:03 pm
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001 Star-Spangled ☆ Text/Action
[ A young blonde is at a terminal in the dorms, typing away furiously. Her hair is drenched through from the ever constant rain and sitting beside her is what appears to be your stereotypical grey extraterrestrial. Child-sized and looking about curiously, the grey is a passive counterpoint to America's livid demeanor. ]
Hey, just what the hell is going on around here? One minute I'm making plans to celebrate St. Paddy's Day and the next I'm waking up in the Twilight Zone. It's raining. INDOORS! And it looks like I somehow ended up in someone's worst (or best?) latex fetish dreams. My clothes are nowhere to be found, my jacket is gone, this is definitely not my bedroom and not my house, and, ha, oh yeah, apparently the world ended.
Seriously. This joke isn't funny. Somebody please tell me this is just the sad results of one of England's stupid experiments gone wrong and everything will be back to normal if I click my heels and say "there's no place like home". This can't really be happening. It's not possible.
Hey, just what the hell is going on around here? One minute I'm making plans to celebrate St. Paddy's Day and the next I'm waking up in the Twilight Zone. It's raining. INDOORS! And it looks like I somehow ended up in someone's worst (or best?) latex fetish dreams. My clothes are nowhere to be found, my jacket is gone, this is definitely not my bedroom and not my house, and, ha, oh yeah, apparently the world ended.
Seriously. This joke isn't funny. Somebody please tell me this is just the sad results of one of England's stupid experiments gone wrong and everything will be back to normal if I click my heels and say "there's no place like home". This can't really be happening. It's not possible.
action
Arthur panics, and when he panics, he rather loses control of his mouth. And apparently also his hands, because he raises one as if to reach for her, not that he goes through with doing so or does much more than make himself look really stupid.] Wait- it's not—
[He chokes out an "I'm" after that, but he can't get much more than a short s from what he means to say next. The apology knots in his throat, tangled unpleasantly with his pride.
The alien's outburst is just insult to injury, and provokes a strained:] Please——
[England cringes at the sound of his own voice, wrought with more emotion than he's comfortable with showing. He takes a deep breath. In, out. He does this twice before attempting to speak like a rational human being.]
Please. I'm s- just— I can't tell you what I don't know. But— I can tell you what I do, and—
I think it's something you deserve to know. All right? [Even if she probably wouldn't believe him, now.]