[Remus manages to turn the video on correctly this time, and he's even got it right-side up. The feed is shaky as he holds it, however
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[He looks awkward for a moment. He hadn't realized that people could see the mound of tribbles on the feed. Guiltily, he moves the blackberry further away from the bed.]
It's not that they're frightened. They're just, er, trying to get to the Halloween chocolate I have hidden. I put it under my bed so that they couldn't get to it...
[Remus only nods at the statement about chocolate. He's just pleased that the Doctor hasn't asked exactly how he's keeping the fuzz balls out from under his bed. It's against the law to talk about magic, after all.]
I was thinking that, well, if I'm thinking about whether she controls our thoughts, she can't be controlling them, right? Because if she was controlling them, I wouldn't be thinking about whether she's controlling them. Er. If you know what I mean.
Oh, er, hello sir. What makes you think that she's not?
[At the comment about the tribbles he looks surprised. He hadn't realized that the camera was capturing the magically controlled tribbles. Guiltily, he pushes the camera a bit to the side, away from the tribbles.]
Oh, er. I used bait. There's Halloween chocolate in a box under there, and they're trying to get at it.
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Because if she was we wouldn't be talking about her. We wouldn't be second guessing things. We would think all her little tricks and games are funny or cute or scary or fucking clever. If she was a good author a real author we wouldn't even know she existed.
[Someone is very touchy about the subject. If only Remus could see the four hundred zillion notebooks in Mello's room]
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...Is something frightening your... fuzz balls?
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Ah, what? Oh...
[He looks awkward for a moment. He hadn't realized that people could see the mound of tribbles on the feed. Guiltily, he moves the blackberry further away from the bed.]
It's not that they're frightened. They're just, er, trying to get to the Halloween chocolate I have hidden. I put it under my bed so that they couldn't get to it...
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We'll figure her out when we figure her out, no use in worrying about something until you know it's there.
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I was thinking that, well, if I'm thinking about whether she controls our thoughts, she can't be controlling them, right? Because if she was controlling them, I wouldn't be thinking about whether she's controlling them. Er. If you know what I mean.
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I don't think so.
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[A hint of a smile]
I'm too brilliant for her to copy correctly.
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Heh, yeah, I guess you're right. No one would dream up a character with a head as big as yours.
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[But he's more interested in something else]
How did you trap those fuckers?
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[At the comment about the tribbles he looks surprised. He hadn't realized that the camera was capturing the magically controlled tribbles. Guiltily, he pushes the camera a bit to the side, away from the tribbles.]
Oh, er. I used bait. There's Halloween chocolate in a box under there, and they're trying to get at it.
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[Someone is very touchy about the subject. If only Remus could see the four hundred zillion notebooks in Mello's room]
[WAIT YOU WASTED CHOCOLATE?!]
Why the Hell would you give them chocolate?
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[But he's not ready to argue much with this particularly angry-looking man.]
Oh, no. I didn't give them my chocolate, I'd never give that up easily! It's just that I hid it, and they're trying to get at it, but they can't.
[Hopefully Mello will assume that they just can't get at it because it's in a box.]
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