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waitsforever[Forgive Rory, this is going to be a little bit Blair Witch. The camera's right up to his face for a bit--wow, screen full of nose--and then he fixes it, pulls it a bit away. He's breathing heavily, and trying to keep an eye on the camera and off beside him at the same time, and when he speaks, he's trying to keep his voice low.]
There...iiiis...a minotaur after me, a minotaur and a...thing. A goblin or something.
[The camera shakes a bit as he turns it to try and film along the wall beside him, the wall he's pressed up against, maaaybe to go around the edge, show around the corner...
And then a brief glimpse of the beasts, sniffing about, before they look straight at the camera, and the minotaur bellows.]
Shit!
[The video goes flailing, wild, Rory is off running again.
Sudden glimpses of narrow streets around him
and the goblin-thing, coming up towards him, hands reaching out toward the camera
and then bits of the city
the ground
up at Rory, from under his chin, he's tripped and he's pushing himself up again
alleyway
sky through the tops of buildings
and then a door, about halfway into frame on an angle, door opens, Rory hustles in and slams it behind him, up some stairs, down a hall, and then he slides down against the wall there, panting, trying to fumble the camera back to face him. He has a bit of trouble framing the words.]
So...what are they? Are they always here? What does this city have against me handing in my CV?! Because it's done this twice, now! I mean, the first time, it was a giant purple dog, and this time it's...those things. I know it's unprofessional, but is there a hospital email I can send it to? Because this is kind of ridiculous.
[A sound off to the side and Rory looks, and then gapes.]
How'd you--!
[His shoulders fall briefly in defeat, and then he scrambles to his feet and runs off again, ending the video with a thumb as he does so.]
There...iiiis...a minotaur after me, a minotaur and a...thing. A goblin or something.
[The camera shakes a bit as he turns it to try and film along the wall beside him, the wall he's pressed up against, maaaybe to go around the edge, show around the corner...
And then a brief glimpse of the beasts, sniffing about, before they look straight at the camera, and the minotaur bellows.]
Shit!
[The video goes flailing, wild, Rory is off running again.
Sudden glimpses of narrow streets around him
and the goblin-thing, coming up towards him, hands reaching out toward the camera
and then bits of the city
the ground
up at Rory, from under his chin, he's tripped and he's pushing himself up again
alleyway
sky through the tops of buildings
and then a door, about halfway into frame on an angle, door opens, Rory hustles in and slams it behind him, up some stairs, down a hall, and then he slides down against the wall there, panting, trying to fumble the camera back to face him. He has a bit of trouble framing the words.]
So...what are they? Are they always here? What does this city have against me handing in my CV?! Because it's done this twice, now! I mean, the first time, it was a giant purple dog, and this time it's...those things. I know it's unprofessional, but is there a hospital email I can send it to? Because this is kind of ridiculous.
[A sound off to the side and Rory looks, and then gapes.]
How'd you--!
[His shoulders fall briefly in defeat, and then he scrambles to his feet and runs off again, ending the video with a thumb as he does so.]
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Date: 2011-05-05 08:33 pm (UTC)voice.
Date: 2011-05-05 08:45 pm (UTC)Don't worry, Amy, I've got this sorted. They're bound to get bored eventually. I...think.
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Date: 2011-05-06 02:18 am (UTC)What's the rush? Somehow I'm thinking it's not a BOGO sell at the shoe store.
[Action] HECK YES
Date: 2011-05-08 01:22 am (UTC)And then his brain catches up. Sort of.]
O-oh god.
[He's making a valiant attempt at rationality but he's had a very trying day thus far and he's just doing his best now to not blurt something like "YOU'RE BUFFY" or worse, how many fantasies he's had involving her. How many times---
No. Stay away from that. Don't come over Freudian on Buffy (BUFFY!), when she, and your wife can make your life a living hell.]
No....no...not shoes, there's--- There's a minotaur. And a goblin. Goblin-thing. [He snaps his mouth shut and then opens it again briefly, gapes a bit and finally, daftly, says:] Hi.
[Way to go, there, he thinks bitterly. Some of the old Williams Charm, right on track. Not that he would go for her, never cheat on Amy, ever but...well, it would be nice if Buffy thought him suave, is all. Just. Nice.
And then maybe talk Amy 'round into a threesome lat---NO DON'T THINK THAT.]Re: [Action] HECK YES
Date: 2011-05-08 02:04 am (UTC)Re: [Action] HECK YES
Date: 2011-05-08 03:05 am (UTC)[And that was a brief, awkward smile there--OH GOD CAN HE HIDE BEHIND HIMSELF--and then he nods and tries to get more serious and casual. Or as casual as a man can be with a fictional dream girl and a minotaur and goblin after him. That she is going to kill. Phwoar.]
Yes! Yes, we did, and I...am...Rory! Though...you would know that becaaause you knew we'd talked. Right. So, should I....where do I go? Would I be in the way? Should I keep running?
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Date: 2011-05-06 01:41 pm (UTC)And what's wrong with the gumdrops, big hidden mouth full of enormous teeth or something?
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Date: 2011-05-06 04:09 pm (UTC)There are two monsters after me.
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Date: 2011-05-06 05:28 pm (UTC)They seem quite persistent. I don't suppose you can defend yourself?
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Date: 2011-05-06 04:12 pm (UTC)It's a thing from Greek mythology. Huge man with the head and tail of a bull that wants to eat me.
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Date: 2011-05-06 04:15 pm (UTC)How huge?
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Date: 2011-05-06 08:08 pm (UTC)For now, though, she sees the minotaur and.. oh. It's a little bigger than she expected, admittedly. Never one to let such a thing slow her down, she pauses just long enough to shout at the minotaur.]
Hey ugly. Leave my husband alone. [Not her wittiest words, she'll admit.]
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Date: 2011-05-06 08:18 pm (UTC)Oh god. Oh no, Amy came, well, of course she came, she does that, she never listens to him and she said she was going to but...no. NO.]
AMY!
[And then he wishes he hadn't yelled that, what if it's going to distract her just long enough for the minotaur to get at her? Nothing for it, he HAS to get out there. So he starts pulling down the barricade he constructed. He's not entirely certain what he can do when he gets out there (just please please let it be in time) but he can't stay on one side of the door with a minotaur and Amy on the other.]
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Date: 2011-05-06 08:28 pm (UTC)Hey! Cunt with the horns. Didn't anyone ever tell your mum it's kind of gross to sleep with a cow?
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