Richard, King of Windor (
ledbythewind) wrote2014-04-03 12:24 am
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['Accidental' Video/Action]
[Video]
[At first, the journal seems to have been left open by accident, perhaps knocked open by some errant passerby, as the only thing visible is what looks to be a ceiling. Certainly nothing remarkable, in any case.
However, it isn't long before the sound of a bell jingling can be heard over the journals, followed almost immediately by a surprised and dismayed squawk of protest, then by Richard's laughter.]
What are you-- Oh come on. I am not wearing this. [There’s further jingling as the subject of Richard’s tormenting speaks up.]
Just as I thought-- it suits you perfectly. Purple really is your color.
There are nicer collars out there, you know. Ones that don’t make noise.
And if I said the noise was the point?
[More jingling as the collar is tugged at, but not removed.] You want to slowly drive yourself mad?
I want to be able to know where you are. You’re far too quiet when you’re around the house.
Me? Quiet? Pfft. You mean you can’t just follow my constant complaining?
I suppose I could always give you more to complain about instead…
You’re already doing that, so I lose either way.
[He laughs again.] Then I see no reason to object to this.
[Score another victory for Richard.]
[Action]
[Mission accomplished, Richard will spend the rest of the day tidying up around the house and running a few errands. Those who pay attention might notice that there's something slightly... off about him, though. At home, he very nearly trips over the cat and accidentally bumps his shin against the coffee table at one point (which anyone in the house will be made aware of when he yelps); at the store, he stands there staring at the ingredient lists on food items far longer than most people would.
It's a definite aberration for the usually elegant and graceful king, but one he'll try to shrug off if asked about.]
(OOC: Joint post between Richard (green) and Isamu (purple)! One or both will answer the video part-- if you have a preference, feel free to specify.)
[At first, the journal seems to have been left open by accident, perhaps knocked open by some errant passerby, as the only thing visible is what looks to be a ceiling. Certainly nothing remarkable, in any case.
However, it isn't long before the sound of a bell jingling can be heard over the journals, followed almost immediately by a surprised and dismayed squawk of protest, then by Richard's laughter.]
What are you-- Oh come on. I am not wearing this. [There’s further jingling as the subject of Richard’s tormenting speaks up.]
Just as I thought-- it suits you perfectly. Purple really is your color.
There are nicer collars out there, you know. Ones that don’t make noise.
And if I said the noise was the point?
[More jingling as the collar is tugged at, but not removed.] You want to slowly drive yourself mad?
I want to be able to know where you are. You’re far too quiet when you’re around the house.
Me? Quiet? Pfft. You mean you can’t just follow my constant complaining?
I suppose I could always give you more to complain about instead…
You’re already doing that, so I lose either way.
[He laughs again.] Then I see no reason to object to this.
[Score another victory for Richard.]
[Action]
[Mission accomplished, Richard will spend the rest of the day tidying up around the house and running a few errands. Those who pay attention might notice that there's something slightly... off about him, though. At home, he very nearly trips over the cat and accidentally bumps his shin against the coffee table at one point (which anyone in the house will be made aware of when he yelps); at the store, he stands there staring at the ingredient lists on food items far longer than most people would.
It's a definite aberration for the usually elegant and graceful king, but one he'll try to shrug off if asked about.]
(OOC: Joint post between Richard (green) and Isamu (purple)! One or both will answer the video part-- if you have a preference, feel free to specify.)
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[Then again, his constant requests for natto toast for breakfast are probably strange enough.]
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So, what other common food have you tasted here? Have you had the deliciousness that is ramen noodles?
[ He may or may not be saying that sarcastically, but they were a guy's best friend when he needed to save money and a decent meal needed to be under $2. ]
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[... yeah, they're clearly talking very different types of ramen here.]
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[ He laughed, shaking his head. ]
Well, you've had better ramen than me then. I was talking about the kind that come in the cube of hard noodles you have to put in water to make. The poor college student's diet.
action;
[He has to think about this for a moment.]
Ah, you mean the kind that comes out of a package. Yes, I've seen those in the store here. I had always assumed they were meant to be traveling rations rather than actual meals.
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Nope. They're real meals. Open them up, drop them in some boiling water for a few minutes and ta-da! Ramen meal. Cheap in my world, and I guess here for the lazy. Which I tend to fall into.
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[He's trying to envision how you could possibly make ramen by adding water to noodles.]
What about all of the other ingredients?
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They're already packed in there. There's powder in with the noodles and you pour it in when the noodles are cooked. Not exactly gourmet, but it simulates the taste fine.
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[Frankly, it sounds kind of gross to him. The other ingredients are turned into powder? So you're eating noodles in water and powder?]
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The endless march of progress.
[ He shrugged. ]
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[Although really, he just sounds amused.]
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Packaging a whole meal into a four-by-four cube? Yeah, I'd say that's progress. It's not quite up there with light-speed travel, but it's there.
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[And he acts like instant ramen is questionable food.]
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I am sure that's just around the corner. You'll be first on my alert list for when it does.
[ Not that he has any idea what natto toast was, but whatever floats your boat Richard. ]
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[No Kirk no. Escape while you still can.]
Perhaps your technology is even more impressive than I'd thought.
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Uh, we have space-ships, that go into space. We have inter-planetary travel and the ability to communicate with each other from light years away. I'm sure an automatic natto toast machine can't be that complicated.
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Well, you could try jury-rigging it and creating a sort of conveyor-belt thing, but you'd probably have to reset the toast every time.
[ And he's still not sure what goes into it, so that's as far as he's willing to go on that idea. ]
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[He is seriously contemplating this.]
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Is it really so hard just to make toast and then put natto on it?
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Uh... I guess.
[ All right, he might as well take the plunge. ]
What's natto?
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[And yes, it is in fact exactly as disgusting as it sounds, but don't tell Richard that.]
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[ Excuse him while he tries not to vomit right away. It is with true effort of will he does not. ]
That... sounds... delicious, I'm sure...
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Oh yes. There simply isn't anything that can compare to its nutty flavor. It's in a category all its own.
[In more ways than one.]
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