( 15 ) video ♧ let us sing like the doves then decide if it's done with purpose or lack thereof

[became]

[ here's the thing: sleep deprivation makes idle whims seem like fantastic ideas-- and neal's not full up on self-control as it is, so two weeks of barely any sleep just raises great idea to best idea on his personal scale.

as such he's leaning against the wall behind his bed, pupils slightly blown. what is an intro he can't even. ]

Not we, my dear, you. I'm leaving you here.

You're what? Rhett, where are you going?

I'm going, my dear, to join the army.

[ his posture changes between; other than a few flat vowels slipping in as rhett, pushing for the accent seems a little too much and posture is good enough to convey the suggestion of gender, if you're careful. ]

Oh, you're joking. I could kill you for scaring me so.

I'm very serious, Scarlett. I'm going to join up with our brave lads in gray.

But they're running away.

Oh, no, they'll turn and make a last stand, if I know anything about them. And when they do, I'll be with them. I'm a little late, but better late than--

[ it's tricky to overlap your own voice, and his grimaces a little and shrugs as if apologizing for the lack of actual interruption in the scene. ( sleep deprivation or pretentiousness: the world may never know. ) ]

Rhett, you must be joking.

Selfish to the end, aren't you? Thinking of your own precious hide with never a thought for the noble cause. [ he yawns widely, skipping scarlett's line in the process. ] Why? Maybe it's because I've always had a weakness for lost causes, once they're really lost. Or maybe, maybe I'm ashamed of myself. Who knows?

[ he pauses, body language returning abruptly to his usual. ] I missed something, there. Anyway-- [ and back to the show. ]

You should die of shame to leave me here alone and helpless.

You, helpless? Heaven help the Yankees if they capture you. Now climb down here. I want to say goodbye.

[ that makes him pause, one that extends out into another jaw-cracking yawn and neal slumps down even more, almost prone now. ]

There's more, but it's really better with someone else.

[ and he's out. ]

Comments

[became]

It loses something without another person, I admit it.

[ making him work for it god arya ]

[wolfchild]

Why didn't you get another person then?

[became]

Too much effort, honestly.

[ he's tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiired arya ]

[wolfchild]

But doing it all yourself isn't?

[became]

I'm right here-- someone else isn't.

[ science ]

[wolfchild]

You don't need someone there. Someone could say the lines back to you over this.

[became]

But then where's the audience?

[ he's js. ]

[wolfchild]

Everyone else.

[became]

I'm fairly sure these things don't work that way.

[wolfchild]

Why wouldn't it?

[became]

--I don't know. I could record it, but that's an extra layer of complication.

[ which is too much work. ]

[wolfchild]

No, stupid. I mean you could have asked anyone to say the lines with you. They don't even have to be in the same room as you. Everyone here can hear everything said on here anyway so you still get your audience.

[became]

I'd still have to figure out how to get two of these things to broadcast like that.

[ arya god that's not how it works!!!!!!! ]

[wolfchild]

[ she draws a sizable audience with the biweekly Public Stark Fight so totes works ]

Figure it out then.

[became]

Later, later.

[ waving that off because do not ask his tired, half-drunk ass to tony stark a comms solution. ]