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Okay idiot, here's what the rest of these assholes are getting from me.
Get Rogue a pair of Fiocci leather and lace gloves. Opera-length. I'm pretty sure I saw some in Lana's lingerie catalogue awhile back. Nathan needs a watch, so something decent by Omega would be good. Aeryn gets really good laser tag equipment so she can teach me to go all Halo the way she learned. And speaking of equipment, phrasing boom, get Iris a kickass sound system and a shit-ton of colored lights plus a disco ball and fog machine. If you could do something magic and cool for Morgana that'd be great -- like, shit, I don't know. The Monster Book of Monsters or something. And for Raven, give her a wardrobe filled with costumes for different people from different historical eras. Including future ones because where the shit are you steering us next, dumbass? She has to freaking blend in!
Catra gets a ton of fine jewelry and maybe, like, a new stripper outfit. Um. Loki's Norse, so… two pet ravens? For Cassel… get Cassel a literal pair of rose-colored glasses. Preferably worn by John Lennon. Oh! And get Scott a jersey worn by his favorite lacrosse player. Chris the new King of the Robots can have a tiny R2D2. All beeping and wheeling around on the floor behind him -- God, that's freaking adorable. Now I want one.
Get that idiot Bond a copy of Krieger's hologram girlfriend. Make sure she follows him around. And that zombie dick? Give him one of those stupid My Little Pony things. Make it fall apart if he touches it. ETA: As for that weird cannibal freakshow, get him an appropriate anatomical image.
For everyone else, just give them a bottle of Glengoolie blue. Oh, except for the kids. They can have -- shit, chocolate milk or whatever the hell it is kids drink.
SNOWBALL FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!
[The feed captures the CES, snowy, hilly, and covered in pine forests. The place is a regular winter wonderland: in fact it's Gstaad, Switzerland, a ski resort with the chateau and lift stripped away. A series of snowballs, thrown rapid-fire against the trunk of a pine tree, explode into icy powder as Archer laughs.] Yes! Still pitching like the world's manliest top!
So I've been waiting to say this since I was, like, three. I AM DECLARING WAR ON THE CITIZENS OF THIS DIMENSION.
Okay, here's what we're doing. SNOWBALL WAR IN THE CES, BITCHES. Grab your friends, grab your warden, and grab a handful of snow and try to kick some ass. Bring it home like it's Pizza Hut, guys, or the fight's coming to the halls. The winners get everlasting glory and valor! The losers get mocked into oblivion!
And, seriously. Like half you assholes don't want to see me lose.
Which I won't. Because, uh, duh.
[There's a slight pause in which that line of thought ends, giving the feed an uninterrupted and rather pretty alpine winter image. Then it blurs as he takes off running somewhere, catching his voice as he darts off:]
SCOTT'S ON MY TEAM!
Get Rogue a pair of Fiocci leather and lace gloves. Opera-length. I'm pretty sure I saw some in Lana's lingerie catalogue awhile back. Nathan needs a watch, so something decent by Omega would be good. Aeryn gets really good laser tag equipment so she can teach me to go all Halo the way she learned. And speaking of equipment, phrasing boom, get Iris a kickass sound system and a shit-ton of colored lights plus a disco ball and fog machine. If you could do something magic and cool for Morgana that'd be great -- like, shit, I don't know. The Monster Book of Monsters or something. And for Raven, give her a wardrobe filled with costumes for different people from different historical eras. Including future ones because where the shit are you steering us next, dumbass? She has to freaking blend in!
Catra gets a ton of fine jewelry and maybe, like, a new stripper outfit. Um. Loki's Norse, so… two pet ravens? For Cassel… get Cassel a literal pair of rose-colored glasses. Preferably worn by John Lennon. Oh! And get Scott a jersey worn by his favorite lacrosse player. Chris the new King of the Robots can have a tiny R2D2. All beeping and wheeling around on the floor behind him -- God, that's freaking adorable. Now I want one.
Get that idiot Bond a copy of Krieger's hologram girlfriend. Make sure she follows him around. And that zombie dick? Give him one of those stupid My Little Pony things. Make it fall apart if he touches it. ETA: As for that weird cannibal freakshow, get him an appropriate anatomical image.
For everyone else, just give them a bottle of Glengoolie blue. Oh, except for the kids. They can have -- shit, chocolate milk or whatever the hell it is kids drink.
SNOWBALL FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!
[The feed captures the CES, snowy, hilly, and covered in pine forests. The place is a regular winter wonderland: in fact it's Gstaad, Switzerland, a ski resort with the chateau and lift stripped away. A series of snowballs, thrown rapid-fire against the trunk of a pine tree, explode into icy powder as Archer laughs.] Yes! Still pitching like the world's manliest top!
So I've been waiting to say this since I was, like, three. I AM DECLARING WAR ON THE CITIZENS OF THIS DIMENSION.
Okay, here's what we're doing. SNOWBALL WAR IN THE CES, BITCHES. Grab your friends, grab your warden, and grab a handful of snow and try to kick some ass. Bring it home like it's Pizza Hut, guys, or the fight's coming to the halls. The winners get everlasting glory and valor! The losers get mocked into oblivion!
And, seriously. Like half you assholes don't want to see me lose.
Which I won't. Because, uh, duh.
[There's a slight pause in which that line of thought ends, giving the feed an uninterrupted and rather pretty alpine winter image. Then it blurs as he takes off running somewhere, catching his voice as he darts off:]
SCOTT'S ON MY TEAM!
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Date: 2013-12-16 09:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-16 11:04 pm (UTC)Yeah, you're not acting crazy or desperate at all.
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Date: 2013-12-16 11:36 pm (UTC)cw: discussion of rape
Date: 2013-12-16 11:37 pm (UTC)I really don't say this much, but... you are a horrible human being.
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Date: 2013-12-16 11:41 pm (UTC)[ She stops, mid-sentence, and doesn't even bother to close her mouth for an uncomfortably long moment.
Finally she closes it, and glares at something off screen. ]
I'm sorry. I didn't know. And that's the opposite of what I meant about consent laws.
[ And then, in a very sad and quiet attempt to be reconciliatory... ]
I wish I had the chance to break the neck of the man who tried to rape me.
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Date: 2013-12-16 11:45 pm (UTC)[And that's... the most uncomfortable thing he's ever admitted over the Network so there's just kind of an awkward pause wherein most of the rage dissipates into just sort of.
Glum resignation.]
Did he get caught?
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Date: 2013-12-16 11:48 pm (UTC)I think my dad had him killed, but I don't know. I looked him up years later. There were some mysterious circumstances. But I'm probably wrong, Dad never gave a damn about me or mom or he would never have made that bastard my babysitter.
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Date: 2013-12-16 11:57 pm (UTC)[He actually sounds like a worse parent than Malory, and that's saying something.]
...I hope he didn't actually do it.
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Date: 2013-12-16 11:59 pm (UTC)[ Her tone remains apologetic, with a hint of defeat. ]
Look, I've been... really messed up. I made a mistake, and a lot of people died, and I don't even know how long it took Sionis to kill me, and there's nobody around I can talk to so I guess I've just been... trying to start fights, or something stupid. You're right, I'm a horrible human being and an idiot and the world is better off without me. I'll leave you alone from now on.
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Date: 2013-12-17 12:50 am (UTC)Why don't you come down to my cabin for dinner?
[ And a talk. ]
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Date: 2013-12-17 12:55 am (UTC)[ But she kinda figures she's busted, so she'll come. ]
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Date: 2013-12-16 11:49 pm (UTC)Ya need anythin' here?
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Date: 2013-12-17 12:04 am (UTC)That's for annihilating the other team, duh.
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