004: [accidental video] They can expect nothing but their labour for their pains
[OOC: Continued from here.]
[Like Don Quixote, Parker's got a mission in mind, and though she is not tilting at windmills, it is equally insane. Her device is propped up on her tools. One can hear the carousel, and the noises of someone at work but all one can see is the base of the carousel.]
Come here you evil beast.
*Scrape.*
*Thud!*
*Drag.*
*Thunk.*
[Now, the face of a de-carouselled -- and yes that is a verbed noun -- horse falls in front of the device, clearly visible to all, like a child's version of that scene in The Godfather as it looks beheaded due to the range of the device.]
Now, you, you'll learn better than to stare at me.
*Scrape.*
*Thud!*
*Drag.*
*Thunk.*
[The head of the first horse shakes on the screen, and the hoof of another is now laying on its ear. There is a gleeful laugh.]
No, bear, I don't want you. It's the horses. They need to be stabled, far away from me.
*Scrape.*
*Thud!*
*Drag.*
*Thunk.*
[Something pushes the first head out of the frame. All that can be seen now is a wooden horse's ass tail. One labour of Hercules, the theft of the mares of Diomedes: accomplished! Almost.]
[OOC: And shortly, back here.]
[Like Don Quixote, Parker's got a mission in mind, and though she is not tilting at windmills, it is equally insane. Her device is propped up on her tools. One can hear the carousel, and the noises of someone at work but all one can see is the base of the carousel.]
Come here you evil beast.
*Scrape.*
*Thud!*
*Drag.*
*Thunk.*
[Now, the face of a de-carouselled -- and yes that is a verbed noun -- horse falls in front of the device, clearly visible to all, like a child's version of that scene in The Godfather as it looks beheaded due to the range of the device.]
Now, you, you'll learn better than to stare at me.
*Scrape.*
*Thud!*
*Drag.*
*Thunk.*
[The head of the first horse shakes on the screen, and the hoof of another is now laying on its ear. There is a gleeful laugh.]
No, bear, I don't want you. It's the horses. They need to be stabled, far away from me.
*Scrape.*
*Thud!*
*Drag.*
*Thunk.*
[Something pushes the first head out of the frame. All that can be seen now is a wooden horse's ass tail. One labour of Hercules, the theft of the mares of Diomedes: accomplished! Almost.]
[OOC: And shortly, back here.]