167th Revolution: A worrying shift over knowledge being chased.
[Accidental video - Here's Huey's quite occupant-less bedroom where everything seems in order. That is until you hear a rather regal sounding sigh. Either there's somebody invisible or somebody is out of frame but then owner of said voice begins to speak.]
I was impressed with the amount of knowledge that this boy sought when he first acquired me.
[At this point you might be able to tell that the voice is coming from his bookcase.]
Now...not so much. In the past few weeks the tomes of great philosophers, political minds, and scientific and historical facts have been replaced with...lesser materials. Magazines filled with women clad in nothing but swimsuits and their undergarments...and even less.
This sort of material shouldn't even be in the hands of such a bright young man. Honestly I blame the influence of that Chuck Bass and Dean Winchester. Horrible, horrible men tainting the purity of that child.
[And Huey makes his way into the shot, bandages visible on his arms while a spotted purple tails is just twitching lazily behind him. The boy pulls a few magazines from the bookcase and plops onto his bed to read.]
Come on child, please put that smut down. There's a nice book on the dichotomy of science and religion that you haven't finished yet. Or maybe that biology book that can explain why you're suddenly growing a tail and bandages.
Does it have a woman posing sexily?
No.
Then I'm not interested.
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[ooc: Two open slots are open for the first part of the plot. Come, join the hilarity. Also orange = bookcase.]
I was impressed with the amount of knowledge that this boy sought when he first acquired me.
[At this point you might be able to tell that the voice is coming from his bookcase.]
Now...not so much. In the past few weeks the tomes of great philosophers, political minds, and scientific and historical facts have been replaced with...lesser materials. Magazines filled with women clad in nothing but swimsuits and their undergarments...and even less.
This sort of material shouldn't even be in the hands of such a bright young man. Honestly I blame the influence of that Chuck Bass and Dean Winchester. Horrible, horrible men tainting the purity of that child.
[And Huey makes his way into the shot, bandages visible on his arms while a spotted purple tails is just twitching lazily behind him. The boy pulls a few magazines from the bookcase and plops onto his bed to read.]
Come on child, please put that smut down. There's a nice book on the dichotomy of science and religion that you haven't finished yet. Or maybe that biology book that can explain why you're suddenly growing a tail and bandages.
Does it have a woman posing sexily?
No.
Then I'm not interested.
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[ooc: Two open slots are open for the first part of the plot. Come, join the hilarity. Also orange = bookcase.]