003 -- accidental video; backdated to the 19th.

[chipsfalling]

[ The feed starts off with just the comm rolling over and over until it comes to a stop, facing up at the ceiling. Tyler’s just barely visible; his right arm and hands are in the corner of the frame, and he’s holding an Abraham Lincoln action figure that punches when he squeezes it. Tyler’s giggling to himself as he juggles it from hand to hand

Comments

voice; still Chrismasified

[meowminx]

Boys and their toys.

voice; lol omg.

[chipsfalling]

You're sounding chipper today.

Re: voice;

[meowminx]

Maybe it's a good day.

voice;

[chipsfalling]

Or maybe it isn't. I wouldn't know.

You stopped answering my phone calls.

[Video]

[pureblood]

[Bella is in the middle of getting ready for the party, fighting to put her unruly hair up. Where are house elves when you need them, seriously.]

Jello is an inaccurate representation of brain matter. I just thought you ought to know.

[Video]

[chipsfalling]

[ WELP. ]

There really are no subsitutes for the real thing.

[Video]

[pureblood]

Then why are you making do with a toy?

[Video]

[chipsfalling]

[ for the record, tyler sees all of that conversation down there, via his connection with the Narrator, and will flip all the tables if Bellatrix keeps calling the Narrator Tyler. ]

Because getting the real thing is a bitch.

permavid & text.

[brevipennate]

[Hello there, she is confused as to why you're playing with toys. She's dressed up all cute, and tilts her head to the side.]

Why are you playing with a doll?

[chipsfalling]

[ tyler's voice is full of sarcasm when he replies. ]

It's an action figure.

[brevipennate]

[Looks more confused!]

I thought it was a doll.

[chipsfalling]

[ nill why are you talking to tyler durden... ]

Oh no. It's very, very different. Action figures aren't dolls at all.

action;

[improvesmorale]

[When he leaves the room, the first thing he does is check his own communicator. Distractions are key. But then--]

Fuck. [He calls back into the kitchen.] Tyler, why was your communicator on??

action;

[chipsfalling]

[ Tyler's already discovered this, and stashed his own comm back in his pocket. His face is the picture of innocence, but only because he knows it'll piss the Narrator off. ]

Whoops.

action;

[improvesmorale]

Fuck, man. [He opens the door from the other room with his elbow and reenters, his hands feeling at the brace on his nose. He winces. It's Sunday.] My face is still fucked up and everything.

action;

[chipsfalling]

So? The fuck do you care?

[ Tyler leans back on the counter, toy still in hand. The rebound from the Narrator's nose makes Tyler twitch. Sundays are his favorite days, when the bruises and breaks he inflicted actually count for something. ]

[standaloneshell]

Enjoying yourself?

[chipsfalling]

I know I am.

[standaloneshell]

Playing with dolls is a traditional past-time of this holiday, isn't it?

[chipsfalling]

Oh, this isn't a doll. It's an action figure.