August 21st, 2013

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[The feed opens on Temeraire's apartment, which looks a great deal gaudier now thanks to the recent yard sale and the salvage found in Sinbrilee. Rich tapestries hang from the railings surrounding the central open space, and piles of interesting metal are neatly arranged within sight. Temeraire, for his part, seems oblivious to his growing hoard; he looks determined, if not a little worried.]

I am not going to ask you if you have found any turtle eggs; it is better, I think, if that is kept a secret. If--our enemy does not know who has one, it would be stupid to tell him; if he already knows, there is no point in telling him again, and refreshing his memory. Nor do I need to tell you how important they are; that, I think, is obvious enough.

[He shifts a little, looking down for a moment and collecting his thoughts before he begins again.] Turtle eggs are not the same as dragon eggs, of course, but I should think there are enough similarities to offer some advice, and if you have never taken care of eggs before, there can certainly be no harm in what I am about to tell you.

It is best to keep your egg warm at all times. At Loch Laggan, we used old Roman bath-houses, such as you might have seen in Sinbrilee, but covering your egg with blankets may suffice. Care must be taken so that the egg does not grow too hot, and the temperature should be constant throughout. Pray do not jostle your egg, or move it overmuch; it is very uncomfortable, and you run the risk of cracking the egg.

Dragon eggs harden, just before they hatch, and I cannot say the same will be true for these eggs, but it may be something to look out for, all the same. I do not think it will be very long before they do hatch, if they are already beginning to communicate from within the shell: half a year at the most. But since they can hear us, it is therefore very important that you speak to your egg, or play music to it, or read to it: anything which you yourself might like to hear, if you were cooped up in a small room with nothing to do, and could not come out for a very long time.

And of course you will feel very protective of the egg, and you ought to, but it is also very important to remember that it is not your pet, nor some unthinking beast; if your turtle does hatch, pray give it an opportunity to choose its own name before offering your own suggestions, and do not take advantage of it. If you do, I shall find you, and I shall sit on you, and it shall be very unpleasant for everyone involved.

[Pause as he realises, perhaps a little belatedly, that he might have crossed a line there. Hurriedly he adds:] And if you have any further questions, you may of course ask me--or any of the other dragons here--at any time, [and cuts the feed.]
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(([personal profile] forherprince and I plotted this jointly!!))
Greed: Red
Lan Fan: Blue


[The network screen flips on and Greed's face can be seen. However he's not looking at the screen just yet. Instead he's got his head turned to the side and seems to be talking to someone else in the room with him.]

ah jch-- Dammit will you get over here!? [The man's tone is somewhat impatient, and carries his usual rough timbre.]



[the answering voice is clearly a few feet away and a bit muffled because of it, but it's clearly irritated as much as his is impatient]

What do you need me for? I never said I was going to go on there.



[He give an annoyed growl and an exasparated sigh, leaving the screen for a moment and it siounds like he could be tugging at his companion]

I need you because I don't look like a woman! [He can be heard complaining loudly] Now hurry up will ya?



Then just say it's for a woman--you don't need-- [and well, hi, there's now a tiny Asian-looking woman with a metal arm on the screen, at which point she hisses out the side of her mouth] You're already recording!?


Yeah I am. You saw me turn the monitor on. [The man seems to have maneuvered her into the desk chair so that she's front and center in the video feed. He's leaned down over his shoulder, and finally he grins and addresses the network] Hey uh...everyone. This is my friend! She's graciously agreed to come to that party thing with me, but she needs y'know...something girly to wear. And since I don't know shit about girly stuff, we're hoping someone out there can help.


[Lan Fan has just frozen up entirely--SOMEONE IS NOT FOND OF THE WHOLE REAL TIME RECORDING BS--and just growls under her breath] You are being so ridiculous


I am not. [He rolls his eyes obnoxiously] I'm just getting people who've been here longer and know the place better to help out.


[She's just going to sit there UNCOMFORTABLY until this is over. Yep. This just seems wrong to her on so many levels. DID SHE LOOK LIKE SOMEONE MEANT TO WEAR PROPER WOMEN'S CLOTHING!?!?]


Oh yeah [He turns her sideways a little bit, showing her metal arm] Anyone who wants to help her should know that she's got this automail prothetic arm that y'know, might make it difficult for her to wear some things.


[ROLLING HER EYES SO HARD, how did she let herself be talked into this???]