First video-post
Jan. 3rd, 2010 11:24 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
sharagran.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
wrfinalmixarchive[As the video begins the screen remains black while some muffled squabbling in a foreign language can be heard in the background. Eventually the sound clears up.]
“Het dopje zit er nog op, sukkel!”
“Het is jouw verdomde camera.”
[The lid is removed to reveal a blurry close-up of someone’s face which, when the camera zooms out, belongs to the new Refugee known as Peter. The blond-haired Dutchman pushes his glasses further up his nose as he is busy fixing the video camera to a standard. He lets out an approving grunt as the device clicks into position and turns it around to come face to face with… a shoulder.]
“Je staat buiten beeld.”
“Wat? Niet waar!”
[The camera’s field of vision is adjusted so it now gazes at a brown-haired bearded fellow wearing a kilt, this was Lesley, another new Refugee from Dutch heritage.]
“Zo, begin nu gewoon maar.”
“Ja ja… ahem, greetings my fellow Refugees. This is Lesley in the flesh-”
[Peter moves into view.]
“And I’m Peter, sorry for the Dutch ramblings back there, we were having technical difficulties.”
“Indeed. But anyway, we thought it would be appropriate to show our faces to those we haven’t seen yet and those we cannot meet for the time being.”
“Exactly, and we also wanted to wish everyone a happy New Year and all that jazz.”
“Have a great 2010 blah blah blah.”
[Peter seems to remember something.]
“Oh yeah, and I heard Aerith could teach magic spells to aspiring individuals here, so *nervous chuckle*, do you happen to have room for a student milady?”
“Bah, magic. Everyone knows technology makes the man mate.”
“I’d like to agree, but the bent Laws of Physics won’t let me.”
“Yeah?”
[Lesley temporarily walks out of view and then returns with an old Winchester Model 1894 in his hands, cocking the lever. He then continues in a very bad southern accent.]
“Aeh thaink ol’ Clarabella ‘ere disagreeys with ya.”
“Did you seriously give your gun a name?”
“Every gun has a name. Besides, grandpa named her when he got her, not me.”
“That’s so, so sad.”
“What’s sad about it? It hardly takes a second to do it, not to mention that every Crazy Awesome character names his gun!”
“You’re having an emotional attachment with a killing machine. But yeah you’re right, that isn’t sad, that’s creepy.”
“And awesome.”
[A faint ‘ding’ can be heard in the distance. Lesley jumps up in glee.]
“Oh hamburgers!”
[He runs off, Peter calls after him.]
“Where did you get the money to buy those?”
[Lesley re-appears, holding a plate filled with three hamburgers in his hands.]
“These? I didn’t buy them, found them in the fridge of this place. Hope you don’t mind, owner of Rainbow’s End! *OMNOMNOM*”
[As Lesley proceeds devouring his prey, Peter once again seems to remember something.]
“Speaking of money, we need to find jobs for that weird currency they have here. Any suggestions?”
“Uhhh… d’hliverig newshpaparz? Uh’ve been doing that fowr siksh yearsh back howme.”
“Charming, really. Anyway, I spotted a nice club with some good music during the new year festivities, so I thought I’d apply there.”
“…Uw’re gowna danch?”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
“*swallows* ♪You can dance if you want to…♪”
“♪You can leave your friends behin-♪”
[And with that the recording ends.]
“Het dopje zit er nog op, sukkel!”
“Het is jouw verdomde camera.”
[The lid is removed to reveal a blurry close-up of someone’s face which, when the camera zooms out, belongs to the new Refugee known as Peter. The blond-haired Dutchman pushes his glasses further up his nose as he is busy fixing the video camera to a standard. He lets out an approving grunt as the device clicks into position and turns it around to come face to face with… a shoulder.]
“Je staat buiten beeld.”
“Wat? Niet waar!”
[The camera’s field of vision is adjusted so it now gazes at a brown-haired bearded fellow wearing a kilt, this was Lesley, another new Refugee from Dutch heritage.]
“Zo, begin nu gewoon maar.”
“Ja ja… ahem, greetings my fellow Refugees. This is Lesley in the flesh-”
[Peter moves into view.]
“And I’m Peter, sorry for the Dutch ramblings back there, we were having technical difficulties.”
“Indeed. But anyway, we thought it would be appropriate to show our faces to those we haven’t seen yet and those we cannot meet for the time being.”
“Exactly, and we also wanted to wish everyone a happy New Year and all that jazz.”
“Have a great 2010 blah blah blah.”
[Peter seems to remember something.]
“Oh yeah, and I heard Aerith could teach magic spells to aspiring individuals here, so *nervous chuckle*, do you happen to have room for a student milady?”
“Bah, magic. Everyone knows technology makes the man mate.”
“I’d like to agree, but the bent Laws of Physics won’t let me.”
“Yeah?”
[Lesley temporarily walks out of view and then returns with an old Winchester Model 1894 in his hands, cocking the lever. He then continues in a very bad southern accent.]
“Aeh thaink ol’ Clarabella ‘ere disagreeys with ya.”
“Did you seriously give your gun a name?”
“Every gun has a name. Besides, grandpa named her when he got her, not me.”
“That’s so, so sad.”
“What’s sad about it? It hardly takes a second to do it, not to mention that every Crazy Awesome character names his gun!”
“You’re having an emotional attachment with a killing machine. But yeah you’re right, that isn’t sad, that’s creepy.”
“And awesome.”
[A faint ‘ding’ can be heard in the distance. Lesley jumps up in glee.]
“Oh hamburgers!”
[He runs off, Peter calls after him.]
“Where did you get the money to buy those?”
[Lesley re-appears, holding a plate filled with three hamburgers in his hands.]
“These? I didn’t buy them, found them in the fridge of this place. Hope you don’t mind, owner of Rainbow’s End! *OMNOMNOM*”
[As Lesley proceeds devouring his prey, Peter once again seems to remember something.]
“Speaking of money, we need to find jobs for that weird currency they have here. Any suggestions?”
“Uhhh… d’hliverig newshpaparz? Uh’ve been doing that fowr siksh yearsh back howme.”
“Charming, really. Anyway, I spotted a nice club with some good music during the new year festivities, so I thought I’d apply there.”
“…Uw’re gowna danch?”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
“*swallows* ♪You can dance if you want to…♪”
“♪You can leave your friends behin-♪”
[And with that the recording ends.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
OOC
Date: 2010-01-03 11:09 pm (UTC)But I'm actually commenting to say that there would have been a very amusing moment when Lesley first came to Rainbow's End, because I've never met a man with that name. I assumed you were a girl, so when you introduced yourself, Song would have given you a very confused look before composing herself and pretending not to be surprised at all.))
Re: OOC
Date: 2010-01-03 11:13 pm (UTC)And yeah, I get that a lot on the internet. We could make a small log out of it, I'm sure Peter would like it.)
Re: OOC
Date: 2010-01-03 11:17 pm (UTC)We could log if you want to. Normally I'd say it's not worth it because it's such a small thing, but I have absolutely nothing else to do right now.]
Re: OOC
Date: 2010-01-03 11:20 pm (UTC)Re: OOC
Date: 2010-01-03 11:22 pm (UTC)Re: OOC
Date: 2010-01-03 11:24 pm (UTC)Re: OOC
Date: 2010-01-03 11:29 pm (UTC)And to end the cut, it's /lj-cut, also inside >< (which I have to do in reverse because otherwise they automatically become html)
Re: OOC
Date: 2010-01-03 11:36 pm (UTC)Re: OOC
Date: 2010-01-03 11:39 pm (UTC)Re: OOC
Date: 2010-01-03 11:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-04 02:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-04 09:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-04 02:40 am (UTC)I haven't heard a Southerner use an accent quite like that yet, and I lived there...If you're looking for a job, I would suggest you stay away from the ones in the Maw for now. If you're not used to fighting Heartless, and fighting a bunch at once, you might get overwhelmed if you're not with someone more experienced in that area, y'know? I'd suggest more escort-type missions and things that don't have too much involvement with the Heartless...
Though if you do take a mission in the Maw, I'm sure all you'd have to do to get someone else to come along and watch your back is ask.
no subject
Date: 2010-01-04 02:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-04 02:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-04 02:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-04 02:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-04 02:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-04 03:28 am (UTC)