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tushanshu2015-06-07 10:25 pm
deadclumsy) wrote in tushanshu2015-06-07 10:25 pm
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[The shock of pink hair attached to a young woman occupies the left half of the screen. It's obvious that she's had the crash course in use of these interesting devices, but that her familiarity with them is non-existent.
When she realizes she's not centered on camera, she scoots over a bit, double-checks, and then off she goes.]
Can't say I'm tickled pink with the theme of this particular party, but what choice've I got? I'm here, right?
[Her hands go up in a mocking 'you caught me' gesture.
Hah. Yeah, right. No one's getting off that easy. This isn't exactly what Nymphadora Tonks was planning to do with her day. Maybe if she'd had a little forewarning about being technically abducted, sure, she could have planned out using weird tech and having her soul stuck in a little dark purple stone on a ring.
She didn't get that luxury, though, so no one here gets the luxury of avoiding her questionable (and oddly mirthful) wrath.]
You see, the thing here is - I mean, the reason I've got my knickers twisted - is I was minding my own business when I got snatched up. If I hadn't been minding my own business, it'd be a different story. If I'd been hexing your turtle from a broomstick thirty feet up, sure, I could completely understand you lot being a bit miffed. Hexing a turtle's not on.
But me, I was just going through my daily rota as one does, completely innocent and not at all aware of cities on the backs of turtles.
Nevermind I was about to tuck in to my supper. That's just rude.
[With a dramatic sigh, she continues sympathetically:]
Oh, but I suppose you all couldn't help yourselves. It's the hair, isn't it? People just love the hair.
[All right; she's not that upset. Yet. She loves a good adventure, and either the reality of her predicament hasn't quite hit home - or she's going to save her fretting for a more private moment.]
When she realizes she's not centered on camera, she scoots over a bit, double-checks, and then off she goes.]
Can't say I'm tickled pink with the theme of this particular party, but what choice've I got? I'm here, right?
[Her hands go up in a mocking 'you caught me' gesture.
Hah. Yeah, right. No one's getting off that easy. This isn't exactly what Nymphadora Tonks was planning to do with her day. Maybe if she'd had a little forewarning about being technically abducted, sure, she could have planned out using weird tech and having her soul stuck in a little dark purple stone on a ring.
She didn't get that luxury, though, so no one here gets the luxury of avoiding her questionable (and oddly mirthful) wrath.]
You see, the thing here is - I mean, the reason I've got my knickers twisted - is I was minding my own business when I got snatched up. If I hadn't been minding my own business, it'd be a different story. If I'd been hexing your turtle from a broomstick thirty feet up, sure, I could completely understand you lot being a bit miffed. Hexing a turtle's not on.
But me, I was just going through my daily rota as one does, completely innocent and not at all aware of cities on the backs of turtles.
Nevermind I was about to tuck in to my supper. That's just rude.
[With a dramatic sigh, she continues sympathetically:]
Oh, but I suppose you all couldn't help yourselves. It's the hair, isn't it? People just love the hair.
[All right; she's not that upset. Yet. She loves a good adventure, and either the reality of her predicament hasn't quite hit home - or she's going to save her fretting for a more private moment.]
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[Boy, are we even speaking the same language?!]
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[You're really not.]
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[SHOW HER.]
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[And yes, he is very proud of himself.]