030 :: VIDEO

[prosopopoeia]

[This is, in fact, an accidental video. Good morning, City. You know the best answer for a hang-over? Keep drinking, and continue to drink Marie Delacroix shall. She usually sticks to white wine, but she drank all that some time yesterday. What she has now is a tall can of beer that she pounds back like a champ before she's flicking a cigarette to life.

She most assuredly has work today, and she while she looks very tired, she moves about the apartment, disappearing in and out of shot without a grumble or a stumble.

Another beer is obliterated before she leans down to grab the device off the table to toss into a purse. She observes the recording light and scowls promptly.]

I will never understands zhis place's obsession with invading one's privacy.

[Now if you will excuse her B|]

Comments

voice;

[thermonuclear_birdbrain]

These little..."telephone" things show people without you telling them to. Mine turns on whenever it feels like it.

You...sound kind of weird. Where are you from?

[Video]

[pinokosthewife]

What a wude plache!

[mortemscintilla]

[ That's. A lot of booze. Not that he's one to squawk. ]

You...

Don't look so good, Miss.

[onset]

I don't mean to be a part of the invasion, but. [Well. It almost pains him to ask.] Are you all right?

voice;

[prosopopoeia]

Tch.

[This is Marie making a snooty noise at you.]

France.

[Video]

[prosopopoeia]

Indeed. I 'ave attempted to modify zhese devices to effect better privacy, but to little avail.

[prosopopoeia]

I am perfectly fine, thank you.

[prosopopoeia]

[She's frowning because she kind of likes you, Peter.]

Yes.

[Absolutely not.]

[onset]

Do I need to make sure?

[mortemscintilla]

[ He finches a little. ]

Of -- Of course.

....Rough weekend?

[prosopopoeia]

[Deeper frowning.]

Excuse me?

[prosopopoeia]

Not particularly.

[Not any rougher than usual.]

I'm sure you saw the state of the City for yourself.

[mortemscintilla]

Ye-es. But. [ There is some very delicate throat-clearing going on here, give him a minute pls. ]

Well, I assumed not everyone was [ stupid enough to ] r-reckless enough to overindulge.

[Video]

[pinokosthewife]

Shay, it can't take good pictures if your finger's in front of the camera eye thing, right? Sho, what if you put shomething on it to make sure it doesn't record anything unlesh you take it off?

[onset]

It means I'm not quite sure I should believe you.

[prosopopoeia]

And just 'ow long 'ave you been a nanny?

[prosopopoeia]

Do not be naive.

[Le sneer.]

No one in zhis town resists zheir urges.

[Video]

[prosopopoeia]

I find it unlikely zhe obstruction would remain. Zhe device is effect by some kind of magic.

[A word she says with disdain.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ But he is naive!!! ]

[ (Or so he pretends) ]

That can't be true. If it was, the crime rate here would be twice as terrible.

[Video]

[pinokosthewife]

Oh, boy, more magic? [She frowns.]

As if the curshesh weren't enough!

[Video]

[prosopopoeia]

Zhere is irritating and unmitigated 'ere. I believe zhe 'deities' relish zhe chaos.

[prosopopoeia]

[She squints at him, irritably.]

It is already far beyond unacceptable.

[Video]

[pinokosthewife]

You mean they use it in food? [Which is what she thinks of when she hears relish.]

[onset]

Nannies usually get paid, so I can't say. Unless there are some arrangements you want to make.

[Video]

[prosopopoeia]

[Pause. No, Pinoko, No. Luckily, Marie is a teacher under her gruff crankiness.]

Zhey enjoy it, I mean.

[prosopopoeia]

No, thank you.

[this is avoidance.]

[1/2; Video]

[pinokosthewife]

Ohhh.

[2/2; Video]

[pinokosthewife]

Sheesh, couldn't they enjoy a niche hobby like decorating or, I dunno, collecting shtampsh inshtead of keeping the Chity in chaosh?

[onset]

I didn't think so.

[Video]

[prosopopoeia]

Per'aps someone should suggest it.

[Bittttternesssss.]

[prosopopoeia]

Are you quite through?

[onset]

Do I have to be?

[prosopopoeia]

Preferably. I 'ave things to do.

[Video]

[pinokosthewife]

Shomehow, don't think they'll lishten.

[Video]

[prosopopoeia]

No one ever does.

[A space age Cassandra, that's how Marie's life has been.]

[onset]

Such as-?

[yes, he's doing it on purpose.]

[prosopopoeia]

[She will totally answer, you know. She has a laundry list of tasks.]

I 'ave machinery to calibrate, circuits to solder, incubators to check, interns to shepherd...

[On and on and on and on.]

[onset]

Are you allowed to take breaks from all that?

[prosopopoeia]

It is not my desire to take 'a break.'

[onset]

All right, all right. I won't bother you anymore, then.

[prosopopoeia]

Wonderful.

[Look at her smile :) Except not.]

[onset]

N'avez pas trop de plaisir pendant mon absence.

[prosopopoeia]

En fait, je vais le désespoir.

[But she is leaving this conversation with that bit of not-quite-sarcasm.]