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animus_network2013-04-07 05:00 am
spaghettiinmysoul) wrote in animus_network2013-04-07 05:00 am
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[video/text/potential action all over the dormitory area]
[The screen is on. Someone... or something, is staring very intensely at the screen. Very intensely, mismatched green and blue photoreceptors narrow in either thought, irritation, or concentration. The copper face is screwed up in a pout, hat cocked, skeletal fingers splayed across the keypad. Then-]
Get Ice Cream
[Typed very suddenly, the look of concentration deepening. ... Nothing happens. There's a puff of steam, and he tries something else]
Get French Fries
[Swing and a miss. He's annoyed now]
I-I-I know that letter was non-non-nonsense. What kinda me-messed up hotel is this anyway?
[Like his world was destroyed. Hello he'd totally know if that happened.]
A-a-anyone see a t-tall silver man? Or a li-little gold o-one? Wears a hat? Nice suspenders? T-t-talks about marmalade? Has a k-k-koi in his chest?
He's real hard to miss, The Jon. No? H-h-how about a little bronze g-guy with a smoke stack on his hat? T-t-talks like a posessed speak n' spell. Love ya, Hatchy.
[He taps on the screen with one of those long skinny fingers, hunching over the screen a little more]
HEY HATCHY! TH' SPINE! THE JON, Y-Y-YA IN HERE?!
[Because this is the time for yelling as loud as you can. Sleep? Sleep what sleep]
... Whaddya g-g-gotta do ta g-get food?
Get Ice Cream
[Typed very suddenly, the look of concentration deepening. ... Nothing happens. There's a puff of steam, and he tries something else]
Get French Fries
[Swing and a miss. He's annoyed now]
I-I-I know that letter was non-non-nonsense. What kinda me-messed up hotel is this anyway?
[Like his world was destroyed. Hello he'd totally know if that happened.]
A-a-anyone see a t-tall silver man? Or a li-little gold o-one? Wears a hat? Nice suspenders? T-t-talks about marmalade? Has a k-k-koi in his chest?
He's real hard to miss, The Jon. No? H-h-how about a little bronze g-guy with a smoke stack on his hat? T-t-talks like a posessed speak n' spell. Love ya, Hatchy.
[He taps on the screen with one of those long skinny fingers, hunching over the screen a little more]
HEY HATCHY! TH' SPINE! THE JON, Y-Y-YA IN HERE?!
[Because this is the time for yelling as loud as you can. Sleep? Sleep what sleep]
... Whaddya g-g-gotta do ta g-get food?