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003; Console; Video
July 10th, 2016 22:50![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
purrns[The video opens up to a strange-looking, almost derelict building. It's still standing, but looks like it hasn't been used for years. It's a little weird there would be a console there at all, honestly. But here one is. Adrien looks pretty confused as to why he's here, too. Like this isn't the place he expected to wake up today. Which...is actually pretty accurate.]
Uh. Hi everyone. I think Anton is playing a practical joke on us again. Though...I hope my bed shows up again at some point. Waking up on the floor wasn't what I'd call super fun. It's actually less fun than waking up on the ceiling, for those taking score.
[A little bit of Chat-attitude is slipping out there, but he doesn't correct it. He has other things to deal with; another reason for coming on the console. He's already lost Solomon, someone he genuinely looked up to, thought the world of, and now.... For for the briefest of moments, something like pain crosses his face. He quickly replaces it with that pleasant countenance of his. Adrien deals with loss so much, he can wear it like a backpack. It's easier in the long run not to let it show how deep it hurts. Or rather, that's what he's been raised to believe. As such, his voice is steady, as he delivers his news.]
Marinette Dupain-Cheng has gone home, for those that knew her.
[He imagines there are some. Marinette is a friendly girl. Still, he doesn't want people worrying about her, or worse; HIM. He still can't manage a smile, but he quickly adds:]
It's a good thing. She'll be happier and safer back home. Her family are there, and her best friend. It's where she belongs. So it's...good.
[Still hurts, though. She was a real and honest link to home. Someone he knew, someone who knew him. They lived in the same city, saw the same crazy stuff, they were friends. And yet...he feels relieved too. It means he doesn't have to worry about her learning he's Chat. Is it wrong he should be relieved about that? It feels...selfish. It doesn't sit right with him. ]
I just thought you might want to know.
Uh. Hi everyone. I think Anton is playing a practical joke on us again. Though...I hope my bed shows up again at some point. Waking up on the floor wasn't what I'd call super fun. It's actually less fun than waking up on the ceiling, for those taking score.
[A little bit of Chat-attitude is slipping out there, but he doesn't correct it. He has other things to deal with; another reason for coming on the console. He's already lost Solomon, someone he genuinely looked up to, thought the world of, and now.... For for the briefest of moments, something like pain crosses his face. He quickly replaces it with that pleasant countenance of his. Adrien deals with loss so much, he can wear it like a backpack. It's easier in the long run not to let it show how deep it hurts. Or rather, that's what he's been raised to believe. As such, his voice is steady, as he delivers his news.]
Marinette Dupain-Cheng has gone home, for those that knew her.
[He imagines there are some. Marinette is a friendly girl. Still, he doesn't want people worrying about her, or worse; HIM. He still can't manage a smile, but he quickly adds:]
It's a good thing. She'll be happier and safer back home. Her family are there, and her best friend. It's where she belongs. So it's...good.
[Still hurts, though. She was a real and honest link to home. Someone he knew, someone who knew him. They lived in the same city, saw the same crazy stuff, they were friends. And yet...he feels relieved too. It means he doesn't have to worry about her learning he's Chat. Is it wrong he should be relieved about that? It feels...selfish. It doesn't sit right with him. ]
I just thought you might want to know.