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poly_chromatic2012-08-15 04:51 pm
withloadedguns) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-08-15 04:51 pm
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[Video Post]
[It takes a moment or two for the usual scatterings of detritus and snow to clear from the video--no real snow this time, fortunately. But it's difficult to see, still--or perhaps that's just as usual. The device is on the saddle again, hanging, and watching.
Oddly, though, there's a view of the City from within the City this time, complete with tall buildings and pedestrians and things happening and City stuff, all recorded from the shoulder of a horse.
Familiar recording situation. Must mean that this device belongs to Our Man.
However, the horse's owner, Our Man, doesn't seem to be in view. Not yet at least. He's...elsewhere...
...and after a moment, he reappears, in view of the camera and, putting his usual cigarillo back in his mouth, one can see...]
[...and--wait, was that just a girlish giggle? Some quite feminine chatter? It seems it was. And so it seems not everyone is exactly bothered by this curse. (At least, not for the moment.)
There's a moment's pause as his eyes follow something or someone out of sight of the camera as she (we can be fairly sure it was a "she") walks off down the street again.
It's only then that he casts a glance back to the horse and the saddle and the Network device and--wait, the device is on? Yup. As ever.
He gives it a Look (for whatever that'll do for it) and snaps it shut again, cutting off the recording and replacing that wintertime snow with the more electronic kind as the video dies off into the darkness with a--]
[//video post ends]
[ooc: Kind of large but safe-for-work animated gif under the cut. So the cowboy came into the City proper because, apparently, he has amazing timing and needed to come into the City proper today. So if you want to encounter him and his horse today, you may certainly do so~ Just...try not to kiss the horse. What was his victory? Maybe there wasn't a victory at all and he just wanted a kiss. Or maybe it was the girl who was victorious and, well, I envy her celebration.]
[It takes a moment or two for the usual scatterings of detritus and snow to clear from the video--no real snow this time, fortunately. But it's difficult to see, still--or perhaps that's just as usual. The device is on the saddle again, hanging, and watching.
Oddly, though, there's a view of the City from within the City this time, complete with tall buildings and pedestrians and things happening and City stuff, all recorded from the shoulder of a horse.
Familiar recording situation. Must mean that this device belongs to Our Man.
However, the horse's owner, Our Man, doesn't seem to be in view. Not yet at least. He's...elsewhere...
...and after a moment, he reappears, in view of the camera and, putting his usual cigarillo back in his mouth, one can see...]
[...and--wait, was that just a girlish giggle? Some quite feminine chatter? It seems it was. And so it seems not everyone is exactly bothered by this curse. (At least, not for the moment.)
There's a moment's pause as his eyes follow something or someone out of sight of the camera as she (we can be fairly sure it was a "she") walks off down the street again.
It's only then that he casts a glance back to the horse and the saddle and the Network device and--wait, the device is on? Yup. As ever.
He gives it a Look (for whatever that'll do for it) and snaps it shut again, cutting off the recording and replacing that wintertime snow with the more electronic kind as the video dies off into the darkness with a--]
[//video post ends]
[ooc: Kind of large but safe-for-work animated gif under the cut. So the cowboy came into the City proper because, apparently, he has amazing timing and needed to come into the City proper today. So if you want to encounter him and his horse today, you may certainly do so~ Just...try not to kiss the horse. What was his victory? Maybe there wasn't a victory at all and he just wanted a kiss. Or maybe it was the girl who was victorious and, well, I envy her celebration.]
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[Do you have to remind him? Geeze.]
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[ooc: I don't think I can tag with him todaaaaaaaay /dissolves into gross shame sobbing.]
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[ Caru, Caru, you are always beautiful with him ;; ]
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And I don't think you'd want me to cook either.
[ooc: B-but his "PB" yelled at a chair like a crazy old man /)_(\ Sniffle. I think I can only like the characters and his face... Feet of clay, feet of clay...]
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[Look, he knows what custard is. He knows what fish is. The two together? ...you British-types are weirder than the stories let on.]
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All right.
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