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002 ; video
[ click! as the video starts recording, revealing: a rather skinny, disheveled fellow sitting in what looks like one of the rec rooms around the ship's hallways. soysauce sits back from where he's leaned forward to start the recording, looking rather haggard and sleep-deprived, his hair mussed up and his tie hanging loose around his neck. he's swaying a bit in his seat as he runs a hand back through his hair -- the empty liquor bottle visible at the edge of the video suggests he miiight just be trashed out of his skull at the moment.
still, at least he sounds half-way coherent as he starts talking. ]
Eh -- hello. Good afternoon. Evening? Either way, I do hope this isn't too much of an interruption. [ a small, polite bow of the head. ] To those I have yet had the pleasure of meeting, please call me Soysauce. Traveling musician and gunman, at your service.
[ a slight, uneasy sway on his seat as he gives the camera a goofy smile. nodding once to himself before continuing. ]
Nothing too important, but ah. Just two -- three! [ holding out two fingers. ] Three things I'd like to say.
First -- I seem to have lost track of, ah. A small model of the hoverbike I used at home. About this big -- [ holding his hands up to shape something roughly the size of a loaf of bread ] -- based off a robust model, fully functional, a little thing made of metal. If anyone happens to see it zipping by, I'd be very grateful to hear some suggestion of where it might have ended up.
Second. [ pause. ] What passes for whiskey here is rather lacking, no?
[ sigh. and then one those deep breaths that suggests he's trying to sober up somewhat. brows slightly furrowed as he speaks a bit more slowly. ]
And third. As ridiculous as this may sound, I'd like to ask if anyone is willing to spend some time as a sparring partner -- or instructor. Close-quarters combat has never been my forte, but given the vast differences between methods of combat here and where I'm from, I've given to thinking this problem may need to be addressed. Not to mention, what I do know, I feel I may have been growing rather rusty with as of late.
I'd be more than willing to compensate for any time with, well. Anything I can offer.
[ pause. he's spending a lot of visible effort trying to make sure he hasn't forgotten anything before giving the camera another sloppy, drunk smile. ]
Ah, thank you for your attention.
[ ooc ; also open to action, if anyone wants to actually bump into his drunken ass lurking in the rec room! the scale miniature of his hoverbike is going to ultimately end up in rickon's hands, but please feel free to have seen it zoom by in the hallways or bump into anyone's ankles! ]
still, at least he sounds half-way coherent as he starts talking. ]
Eh -- hello. Good afternoon. Evening? Either way, I do hope this isn't too much of an interruption. [ a small, polite bow of the head. ] To those I have yet had the pleasure of meeting, please call me Soysauce. Traveling musician and gunman, at your service.
[ a slight, uneasy sway on his seat as he gives the camera a goofy smile. nodding once to himself before continuing. ]
Nothing too important, but ah. Just two -- three! [ holding out two fingers. ] Three things I'd like to say.
First -- I seem to have lost track of, ah. A small model of the hoverbike I used at home. About this big -- [ holding his hands up to shape something roughly the size of a loaf of bread ] -- based off a robust model, fully functional, a little thing made of metal. If anyone happens to see it zipping by, I'd be very grateful to hear some suggestion of where it might have ended up.
Second. [ pause. ] What passes for whiskey here is rather lacking, no?
[ sigh. and then one those deep breaths that suggests he's trying to sober up somewhat. brows slightly furrowed as he speaks a bit more slowly. ]
And third. As ridiculous as this may sound, I'd like to ask if anyone is willing to spend some time as a sparring partner -- or instructor. Close-quarters combat has never been my forte, but given the vast differences between methods of combat here and where I'm from, I've given to thinking this problem may need to be addressed. Not to mention, what I do know, I feel I may have been growing rather rusty with as of late.
I'd be more than willing to compensate for any time with, well. Anything I can offer.
[ pause. he's spending a lot of visible effort trying to make sure he hasn't forgotten anything before giving the camera another sloppy, drunk smile. ]
Ah, thank you for your attention.
[ ooc ; also open to action, if anyone wants to actually bump into his drunken ass lurking in the rec room! the scale miniature of his hoverbike is going to ultimately end up in rickon's hands, but please feel free to have seen it zoom by in the hallways or bump into anyone's ankles! ]
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Whiskey?
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[ have a dramatic flourish of the wrist as he pretends to know what he's talking about, swaying dangerously in his seat. ]
Whiskey -- is the finest drink. Usually brewed from fermented grain. Classy and delicious and excellent for ending the night with! [ pause, then he frowns at the empty bottle. ] The stuff here's rather rubbish, though.
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[ frodo looks highly amused. ]
I believe we have more whiskey and drink more than half the big folk here have ever drunk before, Soysauce.
And I'll have to disagree. You'll find the finest drinks in the Shire.
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[ he seems so amused as he echoes those words. there's something awfully amusing about being referred to as 'big folk.' ]
Don't suppose you've brought along any Shire drinks aboard this place? I'd love to see you prove your boasts, Mister Baggins -- especially since I'm quite sure the whiskey I've had back home is quite hard to beat.
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[ he looks appropriately dismayed ]
No, the only thing I have is pipeweed from the Shire. No such drinks from home. However I would like to see you outdrink a hobbit.
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[ waggling a finger at the camera with a coy smile at that, brows arched in a rather impish expression. ]
-- that's a challenge, isn't it? Dangerous, dangerous. Despite how I may look, I can hold my drink quite well, I'll have you know. Consider that challenge taken with the next available opportunity!