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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[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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Have you tried peanut butter?
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Savory is... a unique word for what you described, sure.
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[THE PERFECT SOLUTION, OBVIOUSLY.]
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Uh, yeah, sure.
[ It shall remain in the back of the cabinet, alone and shunned like a red headed step child. ]
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[ He should, but he didn't want to hurt the guy's feelings or anything. It wasn't like once he had it he had to eat it, right? ]
Maybe we can do a cooking trade-off one day. Could be interesting.
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[Still hunting...]
That sounds like a splendid idea. I would be interested in hearing what other kinds of foods exist where you're from.
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I'm sure we could work something up - maybe invite other people. I'm all for a block party, liven things up a bit here.
[ Could he slip away now? No, Richard was looking, and he knew it would be supremely suspicious if he cut out before he got that Nato stuff... ]
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[Aha, bingo. Triumphantly he holds up a small container of natto.]
I knew there had to be some around here somewhere.
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Yeah, definitely. I think it could be a hit, and cheer everyone up too.
[ Not that this place was particularly gloomy, but it might be a fun way to get their minds of things and enjoy the cultures represented here.
He took the can and grinned, doing his best to hide how much he was not going to eat this. ]
We should work out the details of it.
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Who needs a restaurant? We can just do a fair in the streets, make a block party of it.
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