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voidtreckernet2021-03-03 12:36 am
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Video - Kazoo 1
[ On the day of platform, after all is said and done and passengers both new and old have filed into the Voidtrecker Express, a certain man restored to his usual youthful face is seen on screen, from the comfort of the Library car. Clad in clothes that are distinctly different from the train's usual uniform, eagle-eyed passengers may find a particular floral lapel pin attached to the turnover collar of his top as the only indicator of where he's been grouped. ]
To my fellow Voidtrecker passengers, a very fine Kazoo day to you all.
[ These month names will never stop sounding ridiculous to him, but with a face so serious, it sort of works in commanding attention anyway. ]
I've begun this broadcast with two express purposes: first, I would like to ask for your time as we launch an official census of the current Purple team roster. [ He crosses his arms over his chest. Though he is speaking in general, it seems he's adept at talking to cameras such that he could be addressing you in particular. ] Just now counting the passenger list from the ICP, we are once again seeing an incredible number of talented individuals who all have something unique to offer, not just for this team, but for everyone onboard.
[ His fist curls in a determined gesture. ] To this end, interested members can now fill out a quick survey such that we can determine who is good at, or comfortable doing, particular tasks on and off missions. Purple is populated by plenty of diverse folks, the most of the train's teams, and we should be putting everyone where they are most needed. It could be as simple as offering your favorite hobby as a service, or something more unexpected like your secret ability to bench-press three cows while jumping as high as the moon. Heh. [ Ah, so he has a sense of humor. However corny or dry. Back to business. ]
You may find these surveys in stacks by the Library car, with a tray for our collection later on. [ Said stack of paper is in his hands already to show, and it's definitely a tall one. ] Rest assured that you are protected by the team leads if you would like to keep certain things private, or known only to a select few. Share only what you deem important. Alternatively, you can find me anytime and hand it in yourself so we can talk face-to-face.
[ He drops the stack gently and faces the camera one more time. His smile widens by a fraction. ] As for the second purpose...[ His hand rests against his chest and he briefly closes his eyes. ] I would like to formally introduce myself. My name is Roland Crane, and Purple or not, I am happily at everyone's service.
[ Roland nods determined before he ends his announcement. ]
( ooc: ) open to [ action ] tags if characters happen to be in the library. check out the ooc community for the survey in question!
To my fellow Voidtrecker passengers, a very fine Kazoo day to you all.
[ These month names will never stop sounding ridiculous to him, but with a face so serious, it sort of works in commanding attention anyway. ]
I've begun this broadcast with two express purposes: first, I would like to ask for your time as we launch an official census of the current Purple team roster. [ He crosses his arms over his chest. Though he is speaking in general, it seems he's adept at talking to cameras such that he could be addressing you in particular. ] Just now counting the passenger list from the ICP, we are once again seeing an incredible number of talented individuals who all have something unique to offer, not just for this team, but for everyone onboard.
[ His fist curls in a determined gesture. ] To this end, interested members can now fill out a quick survey such that we can determine who is good at, or comfortable doing, particular tasks on and off missions. Purple is populated by plenty of diverse folks, the most of the train's teams, and we should be putting everyone where they are most needed. It could be as simple as offering your favorite hobby as a service, or something more unexpected like your secret ability to bench-press three cows while jumping as high as the moon. Heh. [ Ah, so he has a sense of humor. However corny or dry. Back to business. ]
You may find these surveys in stacks by the Library car, with a tray for our collection later on. [ Said stack of paper is in his hands already to show, and it's definitely a tall one. ] Rest assured that you are protected by the team leads if you would like to keep certain things private, or known only to a select few. Share only what you deem important. Alternatively, you can find me anytime and hand it in yourself so we can talk face-to-face.
[ He drops the stack gently and faces the camera one more time. His smile widens by a fraction. ] As for the second purpose...[ His hand rests against his chest and he briefly closes his eyes. ] I would like to formally introduce myself. My name is Roland Crane, and Purple or not, I am happily at everyone's service.
[ Roland nods determined before he ends his announcement. ]
( ooc: ) open to [ action ] tags if characters happen to be in the library. check out the ooc community for the survey in question!
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And Inigo, as gullible as he is, and so very willing to believe both of the people in his presence right now, is rapidly being swung in two entirely different directions. He glances between Tidus and Roland, his eyes wide, as if he's not too sure who to believe in this Battle Of The Wills.
Until Tidus reaches the end of what he's saying, anyway.
Something that was perhaps said with slightly too little thought of it, considering its inevitable conclusion. Inigo completely stops moving, and all of a sudden he looks heartbroken. ]
R-Roland.. is lying to me..?
[ Look what that very idea does with him. There are some light higgledies desperately starting to climb up his legs, as if they're trying to keep this breakdown at bay, but it's already too late. The very thought of Roland lying to him has broken Inigo, and he looks like Roland just drove right over his favourite puppy. ]
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[ He directs this to Tidus immediately after he retorts, a wry look in his face that doesn't come as something new whenever they get into shenanigans like this. But it's when Inigo believes Tidus -
- no, believes Roland's actual fib, that his facade falls, and his sarcastic expression drops, inch by inch. The arms he's crossed over his chest also fall with it, and he doesn't know if he should approach Inigo now and clarify the idea of having fun or if he should force Tidus to apologize instead for escalating it this far. ]
W-Wait, hold on now...!
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[ What now, dearest President of the United States? Where is your charisma? Where is your nerve? The pup is ready to burst tears like a dam that's been dismantled. And this isn't his first run; he knows it's going to be difficult to stop this as soon as it begins. Roland tries to take a step forward, his hands attempting to reach out to mitigate the damage he unwillingly caused...but would that work too? When Inigo is so distraught?
Why can't he get away with these things!!! It was a harmless joke!!
He turns deftly towards Tidus with a changed look, a sharpness in his eye, a slight shake of his head.
This was unfair, the higgledies weren't even helping him. Weren't they supposed to be connected to his heart?! Why is Bambosh watching on top of Inigo's head again; why is Rannygazoo gone?! ]
Gah!
[ He does the only thing left for someone in his position, consequences be damned. ]
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Just the top part, got it? I don't want the lobe itself!
[ The white flag has been waved. They have won. Please don't cry Inigo, please don't cry please don't cry -
- Although... ]
[ Roland turns sharply back at either of them, this time serious. ]
It wasn't a lie when I said it kind of felt funny when you pulled the needle and twisted it around though. [ A beat. Is Roland slightly flushed? ] And I want to see the stud first! I told you it has to be classy! Otherwise I'm letting this close on its own.
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And even once the words came out, there was a nagging in Tidus's gut that this could go some place bad. Haven't they been in this situation before? Which, as Inigo's face twists into the one of anguish that it does--
oh.
Right. ]
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Fooling! Fooling around! [ Guh! ] Did Roland sound serious at all?!
[ Come on bro!! But here comes Roland still on the go, as he parks his butt down on the chair after shoving the piercing kit back at him, Tidus guffawing and standing with it held to his stomach, not knowing what to do, what is he supposed to do with this?!
There's too much of an anxious air here, Tidus feels put on the spot!! ]
Buy your own studs if you don't like them! What are you expecting, they're all the same! [ The same simple bulb of silver or gold and different sizes, depending on preference. Tidus opens up the kit box, setting it on the table as he takes out the instructions to try and read through them. ]
Twisting them is what you do, once you pierce them! You need to twist them around once a while.
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Instead he just gives the other two a kind of baffled look, like he isn't entirely sure why the scene in front of him is shifting so rapidly. As if he doesn't know that this is entirely his indirect doing.
He opens his mouth to say something, but Roland and Tidus are already firing off words at each other again, and so instead Inigo slowly steps over towards them in silence. All the way until he's at Roland's side, his hands pressing down on one of the man's hands. ]
You don't have to if you don't want to, you know, father..
[ Sorry, Tidus. Inigo's heart is weak. He even glances over at the other teen with a desperate 'right, right?' puppy-worthy look in his eyes. ]
We can always just keep it around in case my or Tidus's hole closes!
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He looks at their joined hands before he turns his neck, catching Tidus fiddle with the instructions, the small plastic bag that came with the set containing the studs of silver and gold. Three pieces each, of varying sizes, one bigger than the other at all times. He supposes it's meant to be in one ear, like a cascading design.
He looks up at the ceiling last, thoughts come to life in their own way. Why was he hesitating? Was it his penchant for grooming? For his particular sense of style that he stays meticulous about regardless of time or place? Void be damned? Or was it because of something much simpler? A fear that in doing so, he's basically changing himself physically, reflecting his time in the void, on this train, with people he's come to care deeply about...
Ah, that was reason enough to make the change, wasn't it? So if all else fails, if worse comes to worst, would the piercing stay with him the way he hopes his higgledy friends will stay with them if he were ever to leave?
Roland closes his eyes for only a brief second before he turns to them both, Inigo first by proximity, then Tidus, holding the gun and case. The chief consul nods determinately. ]
No, I want to do it. You can keep the gun of course, but I'll do it today. Sorry for the hullaballoo. [ He lets go of one of his hands, frees it from Inigo's hold, and points softly at the pack with a small gold stud. ] That one's my pick. Goes best with my hair and skin, I think. Unless the experts have something to say about that? Heh.
[ Of which the two are sitting/standing close to him. Though he kids for the last part, none of his other words mean to joke about. He means it. ]
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But the scene does distract Tidus, whether it can be called one. Inigo reassuring Roland, but most of the work comes from Roland himself, the way he eyes around and then back at the gear. He holds the small leaflet open in his hand, could glimpse the too-many-words to find even where the basic of instructions are, but what's the point until they have Roland more on their side?
Tidus could argue, would - if maybe on another day, though; maybe his heart would be soft. Ugh, it'd be a waste though, buying this for nothing...
But Roland relents. Eases even, by some inner peace he finds in himself. Better than the day they did this when he was older (well, outside), and Tidus can only be glad. Hey, the guy must be realising he's fussing over nothing, huh? ]
It's your pick! Buy yourself some nicer ones later. [ Yeah, see? Always time for some nicer earrings (or earring). ] Just think of it like another way of dressing up! You got any sports team with a good logo?
[ Because nothing says classy like wearing a sports earring. ]
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Which makes Inigo, in turn, sure that the other is really up for it. So there's no more puppy looks, or any attempts to try and be absolutely sure that this is what Roland wants. Instead the puppy behaviour slows down a little, replaced by a smile that lingers around his lips. ]
No, father, you should get flower earrings! [ Look at these twin teens trying to both influence him with their own interests.. Be wise here, mister president! Think about what you're about to say! ] They'd match the other things we gave you!
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Wow. What a coin toss. But Inigo brings a strong argument to the table. It would go with everything else. Heh. [ Roland's fingers reach for the lapel, a spot of color to draw the eye in despite his usual monochromatic garb. He might prefer florals a bit more too, if only for his penchant for keeping things in theme with his sense of fashion.
That, and he's never been so invested in sports that logos stood out to him. For some reason however, he doesn't have the heart to tell Tidus that. ]
[ His shoulder rises some, and with it comes a change of decision: silver might be better. Yes, he was not a man of gold. He never was. It's always been silver; like the moon, like the light that guides. He points to that instead, his finger now wagging at it with a sense of eagerness that was not there before. ]
Ah. That one, the smallest one. Yeah. Let's go with that. Final answer.
[ He clears his throat and adjusts himself on his seat. Higgledies around him pause as if reacting to his thrum in energy, the ones in his pockets looking up and giggling in tiny, rhythmic sounds. ]
So? Let's get this show on the road.