03 [Video]
[See Badou.
See Badou (looking very tired) clad in overalls, his clothes, skin, and hair covered in grit and sawdust and dried sweat and various other construction-related residue. His nose looks kind of sunburned.
See Badou light a cigarette and take a good long drag before speaking.]
Yo, construction workers! My fellow Vikinglandians! Whoever-the-hell came up with the work schedule for building this damn clinic annex!
I hate to be Captain Obvious over here, but just in case anyone didn't notice, we're living in a friggin' desert. And it's August.
Someone wanna tell me why in the hell we're putting up a building during heat of the damn day? I mean, shit, you Shibusen guys don't have some halogen lamps you can lend us so's we can work at night?
What're we secretly conducting endurance tests to see who drops dead of heatstroke first or some shit? Come on.
I'm all for getting this fucker built, but can we do it sometime when we're not all turning into roasted dinners out there? Cause I'm about ready to have someone start coming out and basting my ass.
[There's a pause. An awkward pause. There's something else he should be asking but...
No. It's silly. He's being silly. Even though he's remembering what Al said about taking the chance while he's got it (if it's not gone already, that is). So he really should just ask, because if he doesn't ask then he'll never know. Except that the whole thought is crazy to begin with, and it'd probably be better to put it all out of his mind. Stop indulging impossible ideas, and keep his feet on the ground. Yeah. That's it.
He reaches out and kills the feed.]
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[And then, after about five seconds of dead air and he flips it back on with a sudden snap and his words tumble out all in a rush, like he's ripping off some kind of verbal bandaid.]
If there's a guy named Dave out there could you get in touch with me, man? Thanks.
[Deeeep exhale. There. Done. And he's not expecting the guy to answer, so when he doesn't that'll be the end of this, right. Proof positive. He takes a looooooooong nerve-settling drag on his smoke, ends the feed, and settles back to wait.]
[[OOC: So Badou's been spending every day so far on the construction site working on building the new clinic building, but because I am so fail and perpetually swamped by life, I've not had time to put him into that log at all yet. Just been handwaving. So if anyone would like to plot anything for CR during construction times, just PM me or something--we can backdate it or have it on a future day or whatever. \o/]]
See Badou (looking very tired) clad in overalls, his clothes, skin, and hair covered in grit and sawdust and dried sweat and various other construction-related residue. His nose looks kind of sunburned.
See Badou light a cigarette and take a good long drag before speaking.]
Yo, construction workers! My fellow Vikinglandians! Whoever-the-hell came up with the work schedule for building this damn clinic annex!
I hate to be Captain Obvious over here, but just in case anyone didn't notice, we're living in a friggin' desert. And it's August.
Someone wanna tell me why in the hell we're putting up a building during heat of the damn day? I mean, shit, you Shibusen guys don't have some halogen lamps you can lend us so's we can work at night?
What're we secretly conducting endurance tests to see who drops dead of heatstroke first or some shit? Come on.
I'm all for getting this fucker built, but can we do it sometime when we're not all turning into roasted dinners out there? Cause I'm about ready to have someone start coming out and basting my ass.
[There's a pause. An awkward pause. There's something else he should be asking but...
No. It's silly. He's being silly. Even though he's remembering what Al said about taking the chance while he's got it (if it's not gone already, that is). So he really should just ask, because if he doesn't ask then he'll never know. Except that the whole thought is crazy to begin with, and it'd probably be better to put it all out of his mind. Stop indulging impossible ideas, and keep his feet on the ground. Yeah. That's it.
He reaches out and kills the feed.]
_______
[And then, after about five seconds of dead air and he flips it back on with a sudden snap and his words tumble out all in a rush, like he's ripping off some kind of verbal bandaid.]
If there's a guy named Dave out there could you get in touch with me, man? Thanks.
[Deeeep exhale. There. Done. And he's not expecting the guy to answer, so when he doesn't that'll be the end of this, right. Proof positive. He takes a looooooooong nerve-settling drag on his smoke, ends the feed, and settles back to wait.]
[[OOC: So Badou's been spending every day so far on the construction site working on building the new clinic building, but because I am so fail and perpetually swamped by life, I've not had time to put him into that log at all yet. Just been handwaving. So if anyone would like to plot anything for CR during construction times, just PM me or something--we can backdate it or have it on a future day or whatever. \o/]]