ONE HUNDRED TWENTY
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[Robin's voice is slurred, mumbling to himself and anyone around, as it wanders into the path of the computer's recording device. He's been fiddling around with the thing for the past few hours, in between drinks, he only now finally gets it to work, if not on the setting he'd wanted it.]
--'ll burn a hole in the- in your carpet, you featherbrained...
[Some chattering too far away from the mic to distinctly record. And then some scrambling. A thud. Robin hisses in pain-- he just stubbed his toe.]
Well, then, it'll stain it. Close the win- close it.
...[Some shuffling,] As I was saying, you're all ri-ridiculous. There's a giant volcano in your back yard, shouldn't there be some sort of attempt at a mass... a mass. Sunday Mass, it's... A mass evacuation!
If you forget from history, you're doomed to... Don't you know... Did everyone forget?
[A substantial pause before Robin is heard again, this time, his voice is fainter and farther away:] This is a mockery, you know. It-... [Flump. Is that an onomatopoeia? It is now.] Your hair smells nice.
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[ooc Following this by a few hours. In canon, Robin lost some people very important to him in Pompeii. And, in canon, Robin normally boozes it up to feel better. So, have some drunken rambling. All comments voiced unless noted otherwise.]
[Robin's voice is slurred, mumbling to himself and anyone around, as it wanders into the path of the computer's recording device. He's been fiddling around with the thing for the past few hours, in between drinks, he only now finally gets it to work, if not on the setting he'd wanted it.]
--'ll burn a hole in the- in your carpet, you featherbrained...
[Some chattering too far away from the mic to distinctly record. And then some scrambling. A thud. Robin hisses in pain-- he just stubbed his toe.]
Well, then, it'll stain it. Close the win- close it.
...[Some shuffling,] As I was saying, you're all ri-ridiculous. There's a giant volcano in your back yard, shouldn't there be some sort of attempt at a mass... a mass. Sunday Mass, it's... A mass evacuation!
If you forget from history, you're doomed to... Don't you know... Did everyone forget?
[A substantial pause before Robin is heard again, this time, his voice is fainter and farther away:] This is a mockery, you know. It-... [Flump. Is that an onomatopoeia? It is now.] Your hair smells nice.
[/Voice Post | | Accidental]
[ooc Following this by a few hours. In canon, Robin lost some people very important to him in Pompeii. And, in canon, Robin normally boozes it up to feel better. So, have some drunken rambling. All comments voiced unless noted otherwise.]