Feb 03, 2011 11:41
[CEILING SHOT! of the Porter room! you may recognize it. that, and grinbitch's trolltastic greeting filling in the speakers with a good ol'--
-come to the City, hero. You mi-]
Yuh-huh. [-nt to pick up a brochure on your wa-] Nnh-hnh. Sure. [cue automated message laugh. aaand...sign off.
the camera swings down fast, all blair witch-style to weirdly-angled side-views, a rushed sweep of the floor, blotted darkness, and the most unflattering worm's eye of slo-bo's face. nice nose. fingers blot out the picture again as he scrapes around with it...and now it's simply on audio.
his voice is as dry and unimpressed as ever.] Gettin' kinda annoyed, now. [slight feedback as he steps into motion.] 'Cuz I know we're all about messin' with people up in this joint, but--[thmph.
beat.
huff.
WHAM.
another beat. another huff. blandly:] Woops.
Now where's Eve.
ooc; all text messages will be ignored until slo-bo finds his blind-people setting 8[
† slo-bo | n/a