8th Contract - [video]

[conesoldstober]

[The device is turned on most likely by accident, as you are treated to about a minute of a few of the floor. A rather messy floor, covered in scraps of paper and odd socks. There is a very loud crash just off camera, followed by a passionate stream of welsh which any experts might recognise as mostly swear words. The device flips over, to reveal the bedroom of Howl Jenkins, utterly destroyed, with a young boy in a school uniform standing in the middle of it. He speaks rapidly in Welsh again before switching in to English.]

I don't know what someone's playing at, but I'm supposed to be at school, and when my Dad finds out I'm not he's going to send all the coppers out looking for me so you just better watch it. Now someone had better explain to me just what's going on, or I'll-

[He fidgets nervously for a second, hands tightening in fists.]

I'll make sure you regret it. Paid a malu cachu!

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action;

[minigolfandsushi]

[At the crash, Peter runs up the stairs and bursts into Howl's room. He surveys the damage then turns to bb!Howl.]

You're gonna kill yourself when you see this Monday.

[conesoldstober]

Why do I care what it looks like! I don't even belong here! Twll Din Pop Saes!

[minigolfandsushi]

Because this is your bedroom, idiot. And quit speaking gibberish.

[He sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose]

Look, just go downstairs. I'll pour you a bowl of cereal and explain everything.

[conesoldstober]

It's not gibberish, you're just English. And I don't want your bloody cereal.

[minigolfandsushi]

Yes, and you speak gibberish. If you don't want any fucking cereal, fine, but go downstairs, all right?

[conesoldstober]

Why should I? You can't make me.

action; !!!

[mrsnose]

[So there's a girl, poking her head inside the room because she heard it and all.]

Hello. Did you wake up here too?

[conesoldstober]

[She doesn't look like someone from his school. But at least she's less weird than the shouty English man.]

If we've been kidnapped, I know my father's going to send out for me.

[mrsnose]

[He doesn't look like someone from the village, either, but - you stick to familiar people. Even when nothing is familiar.]

I don't know if we have been. What would they want from children?

[conesoldstober]

Are you stupid? Kids get snatched all the time. That's why we have to be supervised all the bloody time at school. They could use us for ransom.

[mrsnose]

[Hey. Hey. Don't be a rude ass.]

No, I mean why would they take a hatter's child? It's not like father could pay any ransom. We don't have that much, and there's also my sisters...

[archivy]

Such language is unbecoming of children.

[conesoldstober]

You don't have to listen to it.

[archivy]

I do not have that choice.

[conesoldstober]

Then turn the phone off.

How many kids do they have stuck in this place?

[archivy]

That would not make a difference.

Not that many.

voice-in Welsh

[likeabreath]

Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?

voice-in Welsh

[conesoldstober]

Not by choice. Who are you?

voice-in Welsh

[likeabreath]

Shame.

Gwen Cooper. Are you alright?

[conesoldstober]

Of course I am. I'm not a baby.

[video, because Chekov likes escaping]

[candothis]

Those were swears? Teach me? I know Klingon swears. Russian. Trade?

[conesoldstober]

Malu cachu means bullshit.

[candothis]

Malu cachu! [What he lacks in accuracy he makes up for with enthusiasm.] Now I teach you. Ghuy'cha--very bad Klingon swear. Derrmo! Russian. See?

[conesoldstober]

[He repeats them both with great enthusiasm.]

Brilliant! You're excellent. I'd like to keep you around.

[candothis]

Klingon is very good! Good accent.

[uncertainly] Around for what?