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[It takes a moment or two for the usual scatterings of detritus and snow to clear from the video--although there still seems to be some snow falling. The real sort. But it's difficult to see, still--or perhaps as usual. The device is on the saddle again, hanging, and watching.
Oddly, though, there's a view of the City from within the City, complete with tall buildings and pedestrians and things happened. And there seems to be more than a little greenery hanging from windowsills and cracks in the wall and lampposts and, well, everything. Mistletoe. All of it. Everywhere. At least, everywhere that can be seen from the shoulder of a horse.
Familiar recording situation. Must mean that this device belongs to Our Man.
However, the horse's owner, Our Man, doesn't seem to be in view. Not yet at least. He's...elsewhere...
...and after a moment, he reappears, in view of the camera and, putting his usual cigarillo back in his mouth, one can see...]
[...and--wait, was that just a girlish giggle? Some quite feminine chatter? It seems it was. And so it seems not everyone is exactly bothered by this curse.
There's a moment's pause as his eyes follow something or someone out of sight of the camera as she (we can be fairly sure) walks off down the street again.
It's only then that he casts a glance back to the horse and the saddle and the Network device and--wait, the device is on? Damn it. As ever.
He shakes his head at it (for whatever that'll do for it) and snaps it shut again, cutting off the recording and replacing that wintertime snow with the more electronic kind as the video dies off into the darkness with a--]
[//video post ends]
[ooc: Kind of large but safe-for-work animated gif under the cut. So the cowboy came into the City proper because, apparently, he has amazing timing and needed to come into the City proper today. So if you want to encounter him and his horse today, you may certainly do so~ Just...try not to kiss the horse.]
[It takes a moment or two for the usual scatterings of detritus and snow to clear from the video--although there still seems to be some snow falling. The real sort. But it's difficult to see, still--or perhaps as usual. The device is on the saddle again, hanging, and watching.
Oddly, though, there's a view of the City from within the City, complete with tall buildings and pedestrians and things happened. And there seems to be more than a little greenery hanging from windowsills and cracks in the wall and lampposts and, well, everything. Mistletoe. All of it. Everywhere. At least, everywhere that can be seen from the shoulder of a horse.
Familiar recording situation. Must mean that this device belongs to Our Man.
However, the horse's owner, Our Man, doesn't seem to be in view. Not yet at least. He's...elsewhere...
...and after a moment, he reappears, in view of the camera and, putting his usual cigarillo back in his mouth, one can see...]
[...and--wait, was that just a girlish giggle? Some quite feminine chatter? It seems it was. And so it seems not everyone is exactly bothered by this curse.
There's a moment's pause as his eyes follow something or someone out of sight of the camera as she (we can be fairly sure) walks off down the street again.
It's only then that he casts a glance back to the horse and the saddle and the Network device and--wait, the device is on? Damn it. As ever.
He shakes his head at it (for whatever that'll do for it) and snaps it shut again, cutting off the recording and replacing that wintertime snow with the more electronic kind as the video dies off into the darkness with a--]
[//video post ends]
[ooc: Kind of large but safe-for-work animated gif under the cut. So the cowboy came into the City proper because, apparently, he has amazing timing and needed to come into the City proper today. So if you want to encounter him and his horse today, you may certainly do so~ Just...try not to kiss the horse.]