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lastvoyages Fifth Plan (video+spam)
Nov. 3rd, 2012 03:49 pm[Accidental video]
[The video screen bounces out a scene of the Deck as Seth runs desperately after something.] Cody! Cody, god dammit--no, don't go down the ramp, ah shit....
[He skids to a stop and lets out a long sigh.]
I fuckin' hate this place.
[A pause, as if he's listening to something.]
Jacob, you are not helping.
[Friends Filter]
Yeah--uh, so, anybody feel like posseing up with me for the stupidest reason ever? I'll owe you one.
[Spam for Wonderland]
[Seth hikes through the high grass in the direction he saw the damn dog go, cursing quietly now and again. He has a leash slung over his shoulder and a bag of doggie treats, and a heavy, stripped-down tree branch to use as an emergency club. He has no idea how he'll find the damn dog in this mess, and the unexpected help he got from somewhere isn't being...well, much help.
[Jacob walks beside him, semitransparent, his footsteps silent. Seth has never dealt with a ghost before, so he doesn't know how the hell to handle this. He tries to ignore him sometimes, but when he speaks up Seth feels almost compelled to answer.]
You realize that by asking for help you are simply leading more people into danger here, don't you? Though I suppose in your particular case that's not a big deal. It wasn't with us.
Jacob, I have apologized for that twenty fucking times in the last two hours. And might I remind you that I saved your daughter and sent her off with money and my personal .44?
That's very nice, Seth, but at this point I am compelled to remind you, in turn, that she wouldn't have been in any danger if you had not kidnapped us.
[The video screen bounces out a scene of the Deck as Seth runs desperately after something.] Cody! Cody, god dammit--no, don't go down the ramp, ah shit....
[He skids to a stop and lets out a long sigh.]
I fuckin' hate this place.
[A pause, as if he's listening to something.]
Jacob, you are not helping.
[Friends Filter]
Yeah--uh, so, anybody feel like posseing up with me for the stupidest reason ever? I'll owe you one.
[Spam for Wonderland]
[Seth hikes through the high grass in the direction he saw the damn dog go, cursing quietly now and again. He has a leash slung over his shoulder and a bag of doggie treats, and a heavy, stripped-down tree branch to use as an emergency club. He has no idea how he'll find the damn dog in this mess, and the unexpected help he got from somewhere isn't being...well, much help.
[Jacob walks beside him, semitransparent, his footsteps silent. Seth has never dealt with a ghost before, so he doesn't know how the hell to handle this. He tries to ignore him sometimes, but when he speaks up Seth feels almost compelled to answer.]
You realize that by asking for help you are simply leading more people into danger here, don't you? Though I suppose in your particular case that's not a big deal. It wasn't with us.
Jacob, I have apologized for that twenty fucking times in the last two hours. And might I remind you that I saved your daughter and sent her off with money and my personal .44?
That's very nice, Seth, but at this point I am compelled to remind you, in turn, that she wouldn't have been in any danger if you had not kidnapped us.
