The Wayward Vagabond (mannerly_mayor) wrote in marinasylum, @ 2011-01-06 21:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | :action, alucard, cecile croomy, jeanne francaix, lelouch vi britannia, prospitian monarch, subaru sumeragi, wayward vagabond |
[video | action | backdated to morning]
[a small black fellow comes into focus onscreen. Not Black like African-American or anything, like Bill Cosby; rather, he isn’t even human, instead covered all over by a rigid, obsidian-black carapace. He is dressed in an appallingly filthy tunic made of strips of cotton fabric, with a hood pulled over his head and a length of cable coiled into a sash over one shoulder. Proudly affixed to the “sash” is the label from an ancient can of mayonnaise. More wrappings hide most of his face, and his one visible eye, bright and beady, blinks into the video feed.]
[he’s seated on a snow-dusted sand dune, the contents of his upended welcome basket—notably the empty wrappers and containers that had held food and drink minutes ago—scattered around him, and the welcome brochure lying open in his lap. With the gentle rush of the ocean in the background, he clears his throat and addresses the residents of Marina:]
Hello? Hello! Hello! I believe this contraption is functioning correctly. Well, this is no time to mince words, so I’ll speak plainly.
[he takes a deep, shaking breath, obviously trying and failing to compose himself. His voice begins to rise.]
This is outrageous! Simply outrageous. This bit of paper—[he waves the brochure a bit]—claims to supply me with practical knowledge, yet I remain unsatisfied, and, furthermore, insulted! “Condolences”? Bah! I do not accept these “condolences”.
Although, the edibles are not entirely unwelcome, if wholly inadequate as tokens of hospitality. Hmm…
[spotting an overlooked jelly bean, he quickly plucks it from the snow and eats it. After a moment’s deliberation, he tears away the cover flap of the welcome brochure, crumples it up, and eats that, too.]