john ( oxford ) buchanan. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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ataraxion2012-02-03 11:27 pm
romanticism) wrote in ataraxion2012-02-03 11:27 pm
Entry tags:
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- captain jack sparrow,
- chase kilgannon,
- dean winchester,
- hallah "aberdeen" tawse,
- handsome bob,
- imogen "cambridge" moore,
- james "durham" baxter,
- john "oxford" buchanan,
- john egbert,
- john watson,
- kasumi goto,
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- nigel colbie,
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- taylor "tyke" kee,
- tommy conlon,
- topher brink
002 ( video )
[ There is a very flat note of boredom in Oxford's voice, and the video is focused on his profile as he idly stares at the wall of his room, slouched in his seat. ]
Seasons of mists and mellow fruitfulness, close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; conspiring with him how to load and bless with fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run... [ He trails off, looking momentarily rueful. ] It's no mystery as to why Keats and his many wonderful contemporaries chose to roam the countryside and marvel at the ever changing landscape. [ HUFFS. ] They weren't trapped on a spaceship where every corridor makes you wonder if you're merely wandering about in circles. There are only so many trips one can make to the oxygen garden before you start recognising individual leaves, for God's sake.
[ He finally sits up, with a quick, smooth movement, the subdued quality of his voice becoming suddenly more efficient and business-like as he looks squarely at the camera feed. ]
In the interests of quelling a certain sense of raging boredom that occasionally grips me - and others, I'm sure - I would like to propose a poker night. I imagine there must be a fair number of us who fancy themselves good with cards. [ He raises his brow curiously. ] Do I have any takers?
Seasons of mists and mellow fruitfulness, close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; conspiring with him how to load and bless with fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run... [ He trails off, looking momentarily rueful. ] It's no mystery as to why Keats and his many wonderful contemporaries chose to roam the countryside and marvel at the ever changing landscape. [ HUFFS. ] They weren't trapped on a spaceship where every corridor makes you wonder if you're merely wandering about in circles. There are only so many trips one can make to the oxygen garden before you start recognising individual leaves, for God's sake.
[ He finally sits up, with a quick, smooth movement, the subdued quality of his voice becoming suddenly more efficient and business-like as he looks squarely at the camera feed. ]
In the interests of quelling a certain sense of raging boredom that occasionally grips me - and others, I'm sure - I would like to propose a poker night. I imagine there must be a fair number of us who fancy themselves good with cards. [ He raises his brow curiously. ] Do I have any takers?
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Go down better if you had something strong to wash it down with. [She scratches at the side of her neck; that had come out tilted more like a question than she'd intended.] Could do tasks, maybe. Favours, chores. [A pause.] Dares.