Entry 3: Video

[uberwaldian]

[Angua's communicator suddenly switches on, first to staticky audio and the sound of muttering, then to a jumble of video as she -- or whoever is holding it -- manhandles it. For a few seconds, the walls and floor jump around on the screen. Finally, a face comes into view

Comments

[jillykitzinger]

You.

Are the creepiest little thing I've ever seen.

And I've had fairies use my legs for ski slopes.

[I'm guessing she's been affected lol.]

[uberwaldian]

[If CW St. J Nobbs were a little older, he would leer. Instead, he just gives her a confused and very ugly grin.] Er.... thanks, lady? If you give me a dollar I'll turn it off.

[jillykitzinger]

If I had dollars to just throw at creepy little stalkers, do you think I'd even be on this stupid ship?

[uberwaldian]

Er... no? What's the ship do, then? Izzit like navy?

[cartergetsyou]

Aha! There you are, my lad.

[uberwaldian]

I didn't do nuffin'! [This is an automatic reaction, because he knows he did.]

[cartergetsyou]

That so? And if I were to empty your pockets, what might I find?

[uberwaldian]

You can't do that, Watchman! I got my rights!

[thewheelofdeath]

You - you're the pinkskin rat that tried to pick my pocket. You are lucky you still have your hands.

[The corpse is getting a little sluggish in its reaction times - he's going to need to rethread his control spells when he gets home.]

Where I am from, thieves are fed to the hellhounds.

[uberwaldian]

I'm no thief! [He's a self-starting entrepreneur!]