Asylum Log VII; [Video] Sept. 13th. Evening.
[Strangely, for those who may have been watching the feed is at first positively blank. Black, with a hint of subtle light, and the sound muffled-as though a cloth or some sort of cover had been carefully pressed over it in order to keep the contraption concealed for some unknown, secretive purpose.
A faraway voice can be heard, if slightly off in tone.]
Ah-No, no friend John do not shake it. It is very fragile piece of equipment. I fear I have given you far too much of your beloved Port.
[There seems to be some commotion in the background, giving quickly away to a gasp and an audible laugh! Were there gentlemen carousing late into the night at Winther Lake Manor? Yes, it would appear so!]
Pish posh! I'm perfectly coherent. You old scoundrel, you! Besides, aren't you always encouraging me to loosen up? What is this surprise you've promised me then, hm?
Pouf! Our dear Arthur, were he here, would say you are positively snockered. Go on, go on then, see it for yourself and be amaze!
[When the screen comes to a man is seen, blearily at first, but then slowly comes into focus. It would appear he has a blindfold about his eyes, though soon he reached up to untie it. There's quiet for a moment while he extended pale fingers out to touch the handicrafted device, looking both thoroughly pleased and positively jubilant. His eyes shone like polished aquamarines, and for once there's a pleasant smile to adorn his features, a remarkable change from that of the defeated and dejected man that others may have witnessed from many months before.
Before he could be stopped the doctor practically flung himself at the other man, chortling like a mischievous child as he wrapped a long arm over him and embraced him heartily.]
Ha, ha! You've outdone yourself, my dear fellow! If I were as sauced as you say I am I could almost kiss you.
[The professor practically jumbled his words into a strange cacophony of German, Dutch, and broken English before he could sputter out.]
N-now then, Friend John, we must embrace restraint before we go embracing at things which need not be embraced before an audience.
[Gesturing to the lens.]
Hear now, the public are your embracers! Fine ladies und gentlemen, if you would be so kindly, give this good rapscallion a happy birthdate. My good friend John has turned 30 this day, and so it is to-night I make toast that he should live wise, and long and deserving of merriment, ho!
[And with that the feed cuts, with an image of the dear Professor and his beaming student in the midst of their toast, the video function having been jostled off again.]
((ooc: Blue = Seward, Red = Van Helsing. As always, action tags are permissible to the residents of the Stoker/Seward Household, including anyone who wants to join the merry-making.))
A faraway voice can be heard, if slightly off in tone.]
Ah-No, no friend John do not shake it. It is very fragile piece of equipment. I fear I have given you far too much of your beloved Port.
[There seems to be some commotion in the background, giving quickly away to a gasp and an audible laugh! Were there gentlemen carousing late into the night at Winther Lake Manor? Yes, it would appear so!]
Pish posh! I'm perfectly coherent. You old scoundrel, you! Besides, aren't you always encouraging me to loosen up? What is this surprise you've promised me then, hm?
Pouf! Our dear Arthur, were he here, would say you are positively snockered. Go on, go on then, see it for yourself and be amaze!
[When the screen comes to a man is seen, blearily at first, but then slowly comes into focus. It would appear he has a blindfold about his eyes, though soon he reached up to untie it. There's quiet for a moment while he extended pale fingers out to touch the handicrafted device, looking both thoroughly pleased and positively jubilant. His eyes shone like polished aquamarines, and for once there's a pleasant smile to adorn his features, a remarkable change from that of the defeated and dejected man that others may have witnessed from many months before.
Before he could be stopped the doctor practically flung himself at the other man, chortling like a mischievous child as he wrapped a long arm over him and embraced him heartily.]
Ha, ha! You've outdone yourself, my dear fellow! If I were as sauced as you say I am I could almost kiss you.
[The professor practically jumbled his words into a strange cacophony of German, Dutch, and broken English before he could sputter out.]
N-now then, Friend John, we must embrace restraint before we go embracing at things which need not be embraced before an audience.
[Gesturing to the lens.]
Hear now, the public are your embracers! Fine ladies und gentlemen, if you would be so kindly, give this good rapscallion a happy birthdate. My good friend John has turned 30 this day, and so it is to-night I make toast that he should live wise, and long and deserving of merriment, ho!
[And with that the feed cuts, with an image of the dear Professor and his beaming student in the midst of their toast, the video function having been jostled off again.]
((ooc: Blue = Seward, Red = Van Helsing. As always, action tags are permissible to the residents of the Stoker/Seward Household, including anyone who wants to join the merry-making.))