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If I hear one word about yesterday -- one word, from anyone Anita, I swear on the Ancients I will program Cait to follow you around speaking nothing but catch phrases.
Are we quite clear?
Are we quite clear?
Anita, my friends bet me I couldn't start a conversation with the most beautiful woman in the bar. May I buy you a drink with their money?
Vincent..? Gone again...
You weren't here when I woke up. Are you offsulking somewhere?
You weren't here when I woke up. Are you off
Oh, for the love of -
Sweetheart? Can I borrow your jeans again?:
Sweetheart? Can I borrow your jeans again?:
This is just --
No. Absolutely not. Not even a little. Niko, I'm sorry. I'll work from home tonight.
Damnit, why couldn't I have switched with Vincent?
[Private to Anita]
I'm going back to bed, and if you promise not to laugh too much, you can join me.
[OOC: Reeve has switched with Lestat, and he's now wearing black leather pants and a shiny tight red silk shirt.
No. Absolutely not. Not even a little. Niko, I'm sorry. I'll work from home tonight.
[Private to Anita]
I'm going back to bed, and if you promise not to laugh too much, you can join me.
[OOC: Reeve has switched with Lestat, and he's now wearing black leather pants and a shiny tight red silk shirt.
[89] Accidental Audio
Jan. 2nd, 2009 08:47 amAlright. So we'll park the Fox down here by the waterfront and then fan out. Yuffie, Vincent, there should be enough cover on the beach for you to bring your teams around and flank them. No matter how well organized this outbreak is, we outnumber them. So we knock this out, mop up, and be back to our wives and children before dinner.
[Pauses as though listening to someone else speak.]
I require at least a year's notice before you procreate, Yuffie, so that I can retire and leave the city. Maybe the Planet.
And try not to destroy family houses, this time, people. This is Junon, they're a little touchy about that.
-- Oh.
Where...? not Junon.
Vincent? Yuffie?
[Pauses as though listening to someone else speak.]
I require at least a year's notice before you procreate, Yuffie, so that I can retire and leave the city. Maybe the Planet.
And try not to destroy family houses, this time, people. This is Junon, they're a little touchy about that.
-- Oh.
Vincent? Yuffie?
Tags:
- ...yuffie?,
- big damn hero,
- boy do i feel stupid,
- curses!,
- deep thoughts from shallow people,
- demands an explanation,
- ehehe sorry,
- ghost of ruova past,
- golden age of midgar,
- gone home,
- ha ha ha,
- haet 4 the city,
- has a sense of humor,
- in charge,
- it's not good to be back,
- my sarcasm let me show you it,
- no no not ok,
- not amused,
- oh no not again,
- oh no you didn't,
- operation go,
- paranoid reeve is probably right,
- shinra,
- this is new,
- this is not a drill!,
- we shall never speak of this again,
- welcome,
- well /this/ is awkward
[69] [Accidental audio]
Nov. 24th, 2008 11:18 am[The sound of someone rolling over in bed, then the slap of that person hitting someone else, and a resounding thud as someone tumbles to the floor.]
"Who --?!"
"I could ask you the same question, but I think the answer is fairly self-evident."
"This is awkward."
"Also self-evident."
"How did I get here? Has anyone seen a small girl, about twelve, Wutaiian--"
"More importantly, where is here?"
"Will all of you please calm down? I think I know what's going on. This is my apartment."
"If you could explain?"
"Old me. You have coffee, where is it?"
"In the kitchen. And never mind. Just -- all of you sit here. You'll be gone by midnight. I hope."
"Coffee sounds divine."
"Don't go out there!"
"I really have to find my daughter. You have no idea the trouble she gets into on her own."
"What, you're going to lock us all in here? Not likely. I don't get paid vacation."
"I, also, have work that needs to be attended to."
"You'll all be home tonight, just stay put. I don't want anyone seeing you. Me. Us."
"Twelve hours? I can't leave her alone that long."
"Yes, well, I'm getting coffee. And then a cigarette. And then I'm getting out of here. Other old me, coming?"
"Absolutely. You really shouldn't smoke, you know."
[And this would be the sound of half the voices fading, footsteps, and helpless sputtering.]
[Tentatively.] "I suppose some coffee couldn't really hurt."
"Probably not." [A sigh.] "After you, then. You have a daughter?"
"Well, adopted. She's an orphan from the war. Her name is Yuffie."
[And that sound you hear is either Reeve shutting the door or banging his head against it.]
[OOC: There are slight differences among the voices, predominantly age, but they all sound pretty much the same. Have a Reeve. In fact, for today, have four. Full explanation under the ( cut. )
[OOC NOTE: Today, of all days, LJ comment notification craps out. I'll try not to drop any tags.]
"Who --?!"
"I could ask you the same question, but I think the answer is fairly self-evident."
"This is awkward."
"Also self-evident."
"How did I get here? Has anyone seen a small girl, about twelve, Wutaiian--"
"More importantly, where is here?"
"Will all of you please calm down? I think I know what's going on. This is my apartment."
"If you could explain?"
"Old me. You have coffee, where is it?"
"In the kitchen. And never mind. Just -- all of you sit here. You'll be gone by midnight. I hope."
"Coffee sounds divine."
"Don't go out there!"
"I really have to find my daughter. You have no idea the trouble she gets into on her own."
"What, you're going to lock us all in here? Not likely. I don't get paid vacation."
"I, also, have work that needs to be attended to."
"You'll all be home tonight, just stay put. I don't want anyone seeing you. Me. Us."
"Twelve hours? I can't leave her alone that long."
"Yes, well, I'm getting coffee. And then a cigarette. And then I'm getting out of here. Other old me, coming?"
"Absolutely. You really shouldn't smoke, you know."
[And this would be the sound of half the voices fading, footsteps, and helpless sputtering.]
[Tentatively.] "I suppose some coffee couldn't really hurt."
"Probably not." [A sigh.] "After you, then. You have a daughter?"
"Well, adopted. She's an orphan from the war. Her name is Yuffie."
[And that sound you hear is either Reeve shutting the door or banging his head against it.]
[OOC: There are slight differences among the voices, predominantly age, but they all sound pretty much the same. Have a Reeve. In fact, for today, have four. Full explanation under the ( cut. )
[OOC NOTE: Today, of all days, LJ comment notification craps out. I'll try not to drop any tags.]
Tags:
- ...yuffie?,
- crack what crack,
- curses!,
- deep thoughts from shallow people,
- demands an explanation,
- embarassment!,
- ghost of ruova past,
- goodbye,
- have you seen this child,
- hey old me,
- in charge,
- irony at its finest,
- miss you,
- no no not ok,
- not amused,
- not my daughter,
- now that's funny,
- oh god i'm old,
- oh no you didn't,
- old reeve is old,
- this is not a drill!,
- this is not good,
- this is the best you could do?,
- this week just keeps getting better,
- unhappy reeve is frickin unhappy,
- want to go home,
- we shall never speak of this again,
- well /this/ is awkward,
- who's your daddy?,
- whut?
Mr. Leandros, I apologize. I don't think I'll be making it into work today. I seem inclined to dance. And I think I must taste good, the cats won't leave me alone.
I'll be in my room, if anyone would like to find me.
I'll be in my room, if anyone would like to find me.
...Apparently this bruise isn't going to be healing anytime soon. Lovely. At least the beard mostly covers it... I look like I've gotten into a street brawl.
This month is just doing wonders for my image.
[This post is not three days late, I don't know what you're talking about. Hey, look, Amelia Erhart! *points*]
This month is just doing wonders for my image.
[This post is not three days late, I don't know what you're talking about. Hey, look, Amelia Erhart! *points*]
I will not play this game, city. You cannot make me.
Everyone, please remember that we are not twelve-year-old girls and we can amuse ourselves in ways that aren't --
oh Gaia I can't even stop it dare.
[OOC NOTE: A side effect of the compulsion aspect of this curse? Reeve is not stopping to censor himself or couch terms at all. Be ready for a much more blunt commissioner than you're used to.
Tags:
Today reminds me of the children's story book about the old Grandmother, her foolish young apprentice, and the magic pasta pot...
Maybe tomorrow it will rain Club Soda to wash out all the stains?
[OOC: This post is, obviously, a day backdated.
Dumb me is dumb.]
Maybe tomorrow it will rain Club Soda to wash out all the stains?
[OOC: This post is, obviously, a day backdated.
Dumb me is dumb.]
In regard to yesterday:
That was not me projecting onto the networkat a volume reminiscent of Yuffie loudly.
I do not recall making vague threats directed at my cats. Or Vash.
Nor do I recall swearing.
I did not, under any circumstances, leave my residence after 10 PM and go to a bar in the lower city where I may or may not have begun a brawl.
In other words, it did not happen.
We shall never speak of this again.
That was not me projecting onto the network
I do not recall making vague threats directed at my cats. Or Vash.
Nor do I recall swearing.
I did not, under any circumstances, leave my residence after 10 PM and go to a bar in the lower city where I may or may not have begun a brawl.
In other words, it did not happen.
We shall never speak of this again.
