waitsforever | ||2|| [Video]

[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.]

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What did I tell you?

That I'm a very attractive man and you'd love to have your filthy way with me?

Nope, that was just your imagination. I told you to be nice.

Ohhhhhhh. That.

Hate to break it to you, but that only works on curse days. That curse day, specifically.

So? It still stands. And extends to him.

It really doesn't.

Anyway, I was being nice. Did you miss the part where I was giving him pointers? [Because obviously critiquing his film making ability is entirely relevant and helpful.]

Oh yeah it does.

Pointers? Is that what you call it?

No. Really. It doesn't. Today I'm a free man.

That's what I said, isn't it?

Doesn't change a thing.

What are you going to do?

I've already got one guy planning on shooting me. There's not much you can say that'll scare me.

I can be very convincing. [Take that as you will, Nathan.]

Oh? [...you know how he's taking it. >.>]

'course. [She will neither confirm nor deny anything.]

So, what happened to being married? The whole monogamy thing not doing it for you? Can't say I blame you.

Nope, still married. And that's my husband you were just mocking there.

Ohhhhhhhhh. Is it?

He doesn't seem like he'd be your type.

You'd be surprised.

Actually, it makes a lot more sense.

He's probably the 'withhold sex until marriage' type, right? So to get any you had to elope and share many a night of sub par passion until he finally started learning.