[video]
[HELLO PEOPLE. You are now the audience to Quincey's video diary.]
Sorry ya ain't seen much of me, fellas. Not exactly sure what happened, but it's a good thing I stayed outta peoples' ways during the last week. It was almost like I went back ta some of my rougher days! I'm an honest man, but not too long ago I fancied myself more of a... well, even after the war, Texas was still rough growin' up.
[Quincey chuckles slightly.] Apologies ta any Englishmen out there scandalized by my talk of the "Wild West." Been slippin' a bit on my gentry since I got here, 'fraid ta say. No Arthur or John ta keep my slang in check.
[His shoulders droop a bit, his smile becoming sadder.]
That I'll miss. Even proper goodbyes don't make it hurt less, do it? God's got a proper plan fer me, I've got faith, but still...
Ah... anyway! Been foolin' a bit with the new gadget 'round here! I was foolin' around on this boxy picture diary, and I found this music player on it!
[Quincey fiddles around with the computer, clicking things left and right, and he finds... iTunes. I'M PRESUMING THESE THINGS HAVE ITUNES.]
Never heard anythin' like it! Have a listen!
[He sits back in his chair happily while a song way past his era starts playing. He leans in to adjust the volume so it's not so loud, but the second the pace picks up?
He draws a colt pistol and starts spinning it in his hand.]
I like ta consider myself a rounded man as far as music tastes go, but hoo-boy is this somethin' else! Guess there's alotta catchin' up fer me ta do in my time here, huh?
[He starts softly singing along in his adorable Texan accent before he turns back to the camera for one last question:]
Anyone know where I might find a new holster fer a Bowie knife? The dead ain't got much in the way of money.
Sorry ya ain't seen much of me, fellas. Not exactly sure what happened, but it's a good thing I stayed outta peoples' ways during the last week. It was almost like I went back ta some of my rougher days! I'm an honest man, but not too long ago I fancied myself more of a... well, even after the war, Texas was still rough growin' up.
[Quincey chuckles slightly.] Apologies ta any Englishmen out there scandalized by my talk of the "Wild West." Been slippin' a bit on my gentry since I got here, 'fraid ta say. No Arthur or John ta keep my slang in check.
[His shoulders droop a bit, his smile becoming sadder.]
That I'll miss. Even proper goodbyes don't make it hurt less, do it? God's got a proper plan fer me, I've got faith, but still...
Ah... anyway! Been foolin' a bit with the new gadget 'round here! I was foolin' around on this boxy picture diary, and I found this music player on it!
[Quincey fiddles around with the computer, clicking things left and right, and he finds... iTunes. I'M PRESUMING THESE THINGS HAVE ITUNES.]
Never heard anythin' like it! Have a listen!
[He sits back in his chair happily while a song way past his era starts playing. He leans in to adjust the volume so it's not so loud, but the second the pace picks up?
He draws a colt pistol and starts spinning it in his hand.]
I like ta consider myself a rounded man as far as music tastes go, but hoo-boy is this somethin' else! Guess there's alotta catchin' up fer me ta do in my time here, huh?
[He starts softly singing along in his adorable Texan accent before he turns back to the camera for one last question:]
Anyone know where I might find a new holster fer a Bowie knife? The dead ain't got much in the way of money.