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Mar. 3rd, 2013 10:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yurick[ The communicator comes on to a slight commotion. The face of a woman is disturbingly close to the screen as she inspects it with a sluggish grin (she must be hungover), until another hand emerges from behind to take the phone.
The voice belongs to the owner of that hand, a young (sober) boy; Yurick. ]
Syrenne, cut it out!
Ease up you little creep! You're too serious.
[ Syrenne dodges with maddening expertise, then proceeds to shove the communicator in Yurick's face. ]
Oiiiii! This thing's tickin', isn't it? Well, ladies and gents, I'd like you to meet the creep himself, Patchy!
Oh, shut up! Nobody wants to hear your drunken raving.
[ The camera takes in a close up of "Patchy"'s (Yurick's) face, before being shoved away in a motion blur of black, gray, and brown. When it settles, Syrenne has gotten some distance from Yurick, and she looks back to the phone, grinning. ]
S'not raving if it's the truth! Little Patchy here should be going to a learning institution, right everyone? [ Sharing glances with the recorder for a moment, before looking back to Yurick with a smug smile. ] While grown ladies like myself attend the pub institution. Ha!
Some grownup you are—
[ One more lunge. Just like that, all of a sudden, the feed ends. ]
( ooc: Yurick and Syrenne [bathed] will both be replying. As for action, they're out in the plain open, before the party log. )
The voice belongs to the owner of that hand, a young (sober) boy; Yurick. ]
Syrenne, cut it out!
Ease up you little creep! You're too serious.
[ Syrenne dodges with maddening expertise, then proceeds to shove the communicator in Yurick's face. ]
Oiiiii! This thing's tickin', isn't it? Well, ladies and gents, I'd like you to meet the creep himself, Patchy!
Oh, shut up! Nobody wants to hear your drunken raving.
[ The camera takes in a close up of "Patchy"'s (Yurick's) face, before being shoved away in a motion blur of black, gray, and brown. When it settles, Syrenne has gotten some distance from Yurick, and she looks back to the phone, grinning. ]
S'not raving if it's the truth! Little Patchy here should be going to a learning institution, right everyone? [ Sharing glances with the recorder for a moment, before looking back to Yurick with a smug smile. ] While grown ladies like myself attend the pub institution. Ha!
Some grownup you are—
[ One more lunge. Just like that, all of a sudden, the feed ends. ]
( ooc: Yurick and Syrenne [
bathed] will both be replying. As for action, they're out in the plain open, before the party log. )