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03 ♚ voice;
[ it's time for a musical interlude on the network. for a second, it probably sounds like it caught a radio signal mid-song. hal's accent slips through once or twice, but for the most part it’s an uncanny mimicry of the 1950's original. ]
-back to Constantinople, no you can't go back to Constantinople; now it's Istanbul not Constantinople.
[ he stops abruptly, segues smoothly into speaking. there's no video, but it's easy to hear the grin in his voice. ]
Good evening, Tranquility. I'd like to personally thank you for last week's entertainment, and offer my sincere congratulations on your deft handling of the pirate incursion. I'm sure we can all sleep soundly knowing what we're capable of when we put our minds together. Or our teeth. Or claws, or guns; a fair few swords, if I'm not mistaken.
[ it’s said with an edge that keeps it from being genuine. which it isn't, obviously. it's a thinly guised mockery of the disorder and violence, but the amusement and thanks seem true enough. he picks up the lyrics again a beat later, and he only cuts the feed as an afterthought; he doesn't particularly care if people can hear him. ]
Why did Constantinople get the works? That's nobody's business but the Turks'-
-back to Constantinople, no you can't go back to Constantinople; now it's Istanbul not Constantinople.
[ he stops abruptly, segues smoothly into speaking. there's no video, but it's easy to hear the grin in his voice. ]
Good evening, Tranquility. I'd like to personally thank you for last week's entertainment, and offer my sincere congratulations on your deft handling of the pirate incursion. I'm sure we can all sleep soundly knowing what we're capable of when we put our minds together. Or our teeth. Or claws, or guns; a fair few swords, if I'm not mistaken.
[ it’s said with an edge that keeps it from being genuine. which it isn't, obviously. it's a thinly guised mockery of the disorder and violence, but the amusement and thanks seem true enough. he picks up the lyrics again a beat later, and he only cuts the feed as an afterthought; he doesn't particularly care if people can hear him. ]
Why did Constantinople get the works? That's nobody's business but the Turks'-
voice; private
Best of luck.
[ the only flaw with that line of thinking is that there's no grin in his tone, no amusement at mitchell's expense. it's said calmly and easily, and, if only for the lack of mockery, it sounds dangerously close to sincere. he disconnects a quiet beat after. ]