♠ 002
[The first thing visible on the video is... that scrap of paper from an earlier post. Only this time, some of the "items" are crossed out, and one has been added.]
[1] secretary
[1] monocle (left)
[1] dark horse
[1] bunny
[1] bunny owner
[1] tiny knight
[The sign is pulled away, to reveal a white-haired man busy... munching on the last of what was a millefeuille with strawberries. Licking a finger absently, he tosses the paper away.]
I merely wished to begin with expressing my disappointment- a list is a sad thing when left incomplete, you understand. But a man can only be given so much before he begins to take advantage, I suppose.
[A shrug, and another pastry comes in to view with a grope of fingers off-screen and a slide of plate. A citrus tart. Which begins to meet the fate of its predecessor.]
However, I did have a question for the populace at large. Isn't that what these quaint devices are for? Public communique and such like?
Citizens come and go, I'm told, and sometimes come more than once.
Do you think those people imposters? [Yes, he is still munching between words. No, he doesn't care about manners.] The same person? Alternate realities, that type of nonsense...
[He picks up this plate and seems to contemplate it for a moment before he tosses the plate carelessly. No sound- maybe it didn't break? A coffee cake is dragged before him next, topped with white chocolate.]
The same goes for the lot of you, you know. I suppose this could all be an elaborate coma dream. Perhaps I rolled out of bed and hit my head? My, the possibilities.
[He... just licked the plate.]
But. I think not.
[1] secretary
[1] monocle (left)
[1] dark horse
[1] bunny
[1] bunny owner
[1] tiny knight
[The sign is pulled away, to reveal a white-haired man busy... munching on the last of what was a millefeuille with strawberries. Licking a finger absently, he tosses the paper away.]
I merely wished to begin with expressing my disappointment- a list is a sad thing when left incomplete, you understand. But a man can only be given so much before he begins to take advantage, I suppose.
[A shrug, and another pastry comes in to view with a grope of fingers off-screen and a slide of plate. A citrus tart. Which begins to meet the fate of its predecessor.]
However, I did have a question for the populace at large. Isn't that what these quaint devices are for? Public communique and such like?
Citizens come and go, I'm told, and sometimes come more than once.
Do you think those people imposters? [Yes, he is still munching between words. No, he doesn't care about manners.] The same person? Alternate realities, that type of nonsense...
[He picks up this plate and seems to contemplate it for a moment before he tosses the plate carelessly. No sound- maybe it didn't break? A coffee cake is dragged before him next, topped with white chocolate.]
The same goes for the lot of you, you know. I suppose this could all be an elaborate coma dream. Perhaps I rolled out of bed and hit my head? My, the possibilities.
[He... just licked the plate.]
But. I think not.