one | video | yet another what the hell is going on sort of post.
[ Maybe you recognize him from his little panic attack after falling naked out of the goo tube. Maybe you've never seen him before in your life. Either way, Cillian's looking into the device, held with the steadiness of a master Skyper, his blue eyes underswept with dark smudges. ]
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you.
[ The Bible verse is recited low, steadily, in his thick Northern Irish accent. At the end, one eyebrow twitches up, wry, and he licks his lips briefly. ]
I'm confessing, I was never the type to keep a video blog. Bit weird, being that you can see me and I can't see you. It's just it's, erm, it's different to acting.
[ He tugs the lobe of one overlarge ear, catches that he's digressing. ]
Erm. My point was. Actually, I've a couple of questions, though I've read around a bit, and since I'm getting the impression not all of you are brand new to this circus I was hopin' to get an easy answer. [ And he adds, muttered, wry and almost bitter: ] Or a computer, if you've got one you've not already given to a Suicide Girl.
Right. Questions. Can we smoke on the ship? Does anyone know what the letters O-P-R and the numbers on my arm are meaning, apart from letting me get around places? Am I gonna get in trouble if I share someone else's room? And where do I go to get more insulin?
[ He nods once, a little jerkily. ]
Yeah, that's the lot of them. Cheers.
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you.
[ The Bible verse is recited low, steadily, in his thick Northern Irish accent. At the end, one eyebrow twitches up, wry, and he licks his lips briefly. ]
I'm confessing, I was never the type to keep a video blog. Bit weird, being that you can see me and I can't see you. It's just it's, erm, it's different to acting.
[ He tugs the lobe of one overlarge ear, catches that he's digressing. ]
Erm. My point was. Actually, I've a couple of questions, though I've read around a bit, and since I'm getting the impression not all of you are brand new to this circus I was hopin' to get an easy answer. [ And he adds, muttered, wry and almost bitter: ] Or a computer, if you've got one you've not already given to a Suicide Girl.
Right. Questions. Can we smoke on the ship? Does anyone know what the letters O-P-R and the numbers on my arm are meaning, apart from letting me get around places? Am I gonna get in trouble if I share someone else's room? And where do I go to get more insulin?
[ He nods once, a little jerkily. ]
Yeah, that's the lot of them. Cheers.
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You can smoke if you please, and if you've anything on you to smoke.
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They gave me one pack of fags, like they gave me one change of clothes. It's like I packed for an overnight stay that's gone all wrong.
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[ He can call him his boyfriend casually, but when straight-up asked he gets cagey and weird. ]
Came with me. Or I came with him. Or we came separate and found each other, if we're being completely accurate.
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How fortunate for you, having a familiar face along.
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[ He doesn't apologize for the fact that that's an intensely personal question. ]
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[ she doesn't particularly bothered, because personal questions are easily side-stepped with lies, when she wants. ]
I'll admit, I've found the company on this ship to be quite to my taste. With exceptions, of course.
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