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poly_chromatic2012-03-02 07:30 pm
charring) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-03-02 07:30 pm
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accidental video:
[Fuck sand. Fuck the sun. Fuck the heat. Fuck the biting cold that came at night. Fuck eating Charlie-fried critters that people can’t identify. Fuck Eames. Fuck Eames smelly armpits. Fuck being tied to robots by Eames. Fuck Eames and his knowledge of knots. And fuck Eames’ snoring.
This was a combination of thoughts had by Ariadne and Charlie and both girls had decided, sometime around 7 PM, that they needed to get out of their respective residences and into a bar somewhere. As per their usual ‘oh-god-that-curse-was-shit’ routine.
They had a specific bar in mind. One with a Karaoke night and their favorite singer whose name they didn’t actually know. They dubbed him Karaoke Adam ages ago, the name stuck and Charlie and Ariadne were his biggest fans.
Considering they hadn’t seen him since before the desert bullshit, they were concerned and felt it necessary to make sure Adam survived.
The video feed kicks on at about midnight, unbeknownst to the two now-inebriated girls, and overheard is Charlie whispering loudly--]
--pretty sure those aren’t the lyrics.
[There’s no visual on the girls yet. Just a row of drinks in various colors and in varying degrees of consumed. And the girls are sorting them by color. In the background, someone singing ‘Hey, Jude.’ Horribly.
Ariadne speaks.]
I’m telling you, Charlie. That’s puce. I’m an architect. I know these things.
Okay, okay.
[The puce drink gets picked up, it’s gone for a moment and then it’s set back down. Half gone. And now Charlie speaks.]
Oh. Shit. I messed it up. We…we need another puce one. And an orange. [A pause.] That’s the weirdest shade of orange I’ve ever seen. You should…you should make it your life goal to get another puce. And an orange one that’s actually orange otherwise this rainbow is just going to look all wrong.
This is a good goal. I’ll go do that. [Ariadne stands, the video shuffling and it’s now pointed at both girls who look about how they did during that one curse on the 3rd. Hey, when that’s all you have left in clothes and you haven’t been shopping yet, it’s okay to wear corset tops and matching pants and heels again. And okay to do your hair. Because they need this. Charlie spots something on the stage and flails, grabbing at Ariadne’s arm excitedly and missing a few times.]
Sit. Sit, Ariadne! Sit!
What? I thought I had to get---
[Charlie points at the stage, still grinning, and Ariadne looks. Both girls faces light up and they say simultaneously;] It’s Adam!
[And both girls rest their elbows on the table, their chin in their hands and sit with the biggest smiles on their faces, eyes only just a bit unfocused as someone sings on stage.]
[ooc: so...both girls are hammered as hell. and will threadjack the hell out of each other. fair warning. and feel free to threadjack them in return! charlie is red. aria is orange.]
This was a combination of thoughts had by Ariadne and Charlie and both girls had decided, sometime around 7 PM, that they needed to get out of their respective residences and into a bar somewhere. As per their usual ‘oh-god-that-curse-was-shit’ routine.
They had a specific bar in mind. One with a Karaoke night and their favorite singer whose name they didn’t actually know. They dubbed him Karaoke Adam ages ago, the name stuck and Charlie and Ariadne were his biggest fans.
Considering they hadn’t seen him since before the desert bullshit, they were concerned and felt it necessary to make sure Adam survived.
The video feed kicks on at about midnight, unbeknownst to the two now-inebriated girls, and overheard is Charlie whispering loudly--]
--pretty sure those aren’t the lyrics.
[There’s no visual on the girls yet. Just a row of drinks in various colors and in varying degrees of consumed. And the girls are sorting them by color. In the background, someone singing ‘Hey, Jude.’ Horribly.
Ariadne speaks.]
I’m telling you, Charlie. That’s puce. I’m an architect. I know these things.
Okay, okay.
[The puce drink gets picked up, it’s gone for a moment and then it’s set back down. Half gone. And now Charlie speaks.]
Oh. Shit. I messed it up. We…we need another puce one. And an orange. [A pause.] That’s the weirdest shade of orange I’ve ever seen. You should…you should make it your life goal to get another puce. And an orange one that’s actually orange otherwise this rainbow is just going to look all wrong.
This is a good goal. I’ll go do that. [Ariadne stands, the video shuffling and it’s now pointed at both girls who look about how they did during that one curse on the 3rd. Hey, when that’s all you have left in clothes and you haven’t been shopping yet, it’s okay to wear corset tops and matching pants and heels again. And okay to do your hair. Because they need this. Charlie spots something on the stage and flails, grabbing at Ariadne’s arm excitedly and missing a few times.]
Sit. Sit, Ariadne! Sit!
What? I thought I had to get---
[Charlie points at the stage, still grinning, and Ariadne looks. Both girls faces light up and they say simultaneously;] It’s Adam!
[And both girls rest their elbows on the table, their chin in their hands and sit with the biggest smiles on their faces, eyes only just a bit unfocused as someone sings on stage.]
[ooc: so...both girls are hammered as hell. and will threadjack the hell out of each other. fair warning. and feel free to threadjack them in return! charlie is red. aria is orange.]
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