[092] Rex hates all ports. // VIDEO

[stopthat_destro]

[SCREECHY TIMES.]

--not a costume![And the camera swings up from a lovely view of the inside of Rex's pocket to a shot of his irate face. Rex is sort of bundled up, trying to look OH, SO CASUAL, even though there's nothing he can do to hide the ventilator. It's pretty obvious. So, he's cold and cranky. Enjoy him hissing and seeeeething his

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Private

[tlazolpapalotl]

[People not having fun make Lord Fanny sad.]

Oh, darling ... If I gave you a little glamour that would at least stop people from noticing you, would you come out?

Private

[stopthat_destro]

Doesn't glamor tend to have the opposite effect? [Something's lost in translation; he just ASSUMES you mean feather boas and fancy makeup.]

OOC: LOLOL!

[rayney_day]

Re: Private

[tlazolpapalotl]

Only if you want-oh, I see. No, I don't mean that kind of glamour; I mean a little seeming-magic. Making people notice things or not notice them.

What I mean is, darling, I could cast a glamour on you that would keep people from noticing your unique appearance and they'd leave you alone.

[Basically for this, it'd mean Fanny giving Rex a sigil to keep on him at all times. He could, of course, lose it any time, should it be more amusing to do so.]

[inhumandog]

At least pretend like you're enjoying yourself.

[stopthat_destro]

This town's legacy is one of simple-minded superstition. It's as though they're proud of their history-making display of idiocy. What's there to enjoy?!

[inhumandog]

The fact that we're not stuck on the Barge?

[stopthat_destro]

You do realize that you could say that about any port. "Oh, look, there are flesh-eating zombies-- but at least we're not on the Barge."

"Murderous ghosts! But at least we're not on the Barge."

"A town where every drink contains a cocktail of GHB and mind control-- BUT WE'RE NOT ON THE BARGE!"

[Pause. Listen to the melodious noise of the ventilator. After a few moments, Rex sounds much more (forcibly) calm as he speaks:]

And how has your port trip gone so far?

With that last line, mental image is "SPAM TELEKINETICALLY BEAMED INTO YOUR ROOM- IN THE CAN. DUCK!"

[a_bit_put_upon]

I WANT IT TO HAPPEN NOW.

[stopthat_destro]

JUST FOR YOU.

[a_bit_put_upon]

[Suddenly, for no discernible reason, a beam of light appears in Rex's room. The appropriately spooky 'OOO-EEE-OOO-EEE-OOO' sounds can be heard. Several cans of Spam shoot violently from it in no particular direction.

And then, just as suddenly, the beam of light is gone. Happy Halloween, Rex. Your window isn't even broken. ♥]

[mightymorbid]

So what would you prefer they say to you?

[stopthat_destro]

Nothing. How difficult would that be?

[mightymorbid]

Have you looked at yourself?

[stopthat_destro]

[SARRRRCASM:] No, I haven't a clue how I look.

[Quicky Spams!]

[dominie]

[And you get a knock at the door, Rex. Seven is outside with a bag hanging off his wrist, watching his fobwatch like a hawk.]

[Quicky Spams!]

[stopthat_destro]

[Rex opens the door cautiously and peers out, then relaxes a little. JUST THE DOCTOR.]

Hello, Doctor.

[It still feels strange calling somebody else that. He was 'the Doctor', damn it!]

[Quicky Spams!]

[dominie]

[Op! There you are! He holds out the bag, which contains varying candy, and lets the watch dangle loose long enough to yank a whole bottle of wine out of his pocket and holds it out toward Rex. He has three more in there.]

At least do something interesting this evening. This is the time of year for humans where normalcy is scorned and they very well deserve ignorance for being foolish.

[Quicky Spams!]

[stopthat_destro]

[Rex takes the offered bag, looking into it curiously, then stares at the wine for a moment before accepting it.] Thank you. I'm sure I could find plenty of uses for wine and... [He looks at the bag again.] Candy. I take it you've been enjoying yourself?