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001. Audio / Action for New Bark Town
May. 4th, 2015 01:21 pm[AUDIO]
[Well, it seems one of your new arrivals is having a bit of a moment with the smartphone, as the first thing to hit the network from this device is...well, thirty seconds of static, followed by noise that sounds like someone's moving downstairs, and then some really muffled conversation in the background that's not particularly useful in terms of figuring out what's going on before the sound cuts off and switches to text instead.]
[TEXT]
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[AUDIO]
[Okay. Okay, let's try that again. It seems something has been worked out, though there's still no video; whoever this is, it seems they're feeling both irritable and to-the-point today.]
...Is anyone going to help that woman, or is she just a part of the experience?
[...Yeah. Good afternoon to all of you, too.]
[ACTION FOR NEW BARK]
[While that certainly was a thing that just happened, it doesn't seem Ginti is going to be helping Mom himself; that said, he doesn't seem to know what to do with himself as it is. For the time being he's content to lean up against the side of Mom's place, near the door, looking like he's not altogether sure what to do with himself but trying to give off the impression that he does anyway. He's dressed like your average twentysomething bartender, all monochromatic with sleeves rolled up and collar open underneath his vest like he is just about out of damns to give; the effect is dampened a little by the bright blue seahorse poking its head out of the apron at his waist, about where the tips should be if he were on the job.
At the very least Prima is quite unlike her trainer in that she's perfectly happy to be here, as is evidenced by the light trilling noises she makes every time anyone happens to go by; Ginti is making no effort to hide the eyerolling he's doing every time she does it, but he doesn't seem too inclined to stop her, either.
Really, he looks like he's waiting for something, though god only knows what; it could be anything from basic instructions to the immediate end of the world for all he seems to care.]
[Well, it seems one of your new arrivals is having a bit of a moment with the smartphone, as the first thing to hit the network from this device is...well, thirty seconds of static, followed by noise that sounds like someone's moving downstairs, and then some really muffled conversation in the background that's not particularly useful in terms of figuring out what's going on before the sound cuts off and switches to text instead.]
[TEXT]
qqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ
[AUDIO]
[Okay. Okay, let's try that again. It seems something has been worked out, though there's still no video; whoever this is, it seems they're feeling both irritable and to-the-point today.]
...Is anyone going to help that woman, or is she just a part of the experience?
[...Yeah. Good afternoon to all of you, too.]
[ACTION FOR NEW BARK]
[While that certainly was a thing that just happened, it doesn't seem Ginti is going to be helping Mom himself; that said, he doesn't seem to know what to do with himself as it is. For the time being he's content to lean up against the side of Mom's place, near the door, looking like he's not altogether sure what to do with himself but trying to give off the impression that he does anyway. He's dressed like your average twentysomething bartender, all monochromatic with sleeves rolled up and collar open underneath his vest like he is just about out of damns to give; the effect is dampened a little by the bright blue seahorse poking its head out of the apron at his waist, about where the tips should be if he were on the job.
At the very least Prima is quite unlike her trainer in that she's perfectly happy to be here, as is evidenced by the light trilling noises she makes every time anyone happens to go by; Ginti is making no effort to hide the eyerolling he's doing every time she does it, but he doesn't seem too inclined to stop her, either.
Really, he looks like he's waiting for something, though god only knows what; it could be anything from basic instructions to the immediate end of the world for all he seems to care.]
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