( 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

[2leftfeet]

What's so special about Gone with the Wind? It's not one of those disaster vids, is it?

[became]

It's arguably the greatest blockbuster of the era, if not all time.

[2leftfeet]

Is that supposed to mean it's good?

[Because she'll tell you now, she's seen some really popular extranet vids that weren't worth the point price.]

[became]

Greatest, not most profitable.

[ a beat. ] But that one too, admittedly.

[2leftfeet]

[Always comes down to the credits, doesn't it?]

What's so fantastic about it then? Scarlett sounds like an air head.

[became]

She's one of the first uncompromisingly self-serving businesswomen in film.

[ offended on a fictional character's behalf why not ]

[2leftfeet]

Maybe lead with that next time.

[Because this scene isn't doing her character any favors, s2s.]

[became]

No perfect scene for that one.

[ lbr this was all for him anyway because he's a douche. ]

[2leftfeet]

[Then why even-- oh never mind.]

Do you make a habit of quoting vids when sleep deprived, or is this a one time thing?

[became]

Movies, but no-- sometimes it's poetry.

[ one time it was shakespeare. ]

[2leftfeet]

[She's dead on her feet tired, otherwise she wouldn't even think to ask the question:]

Do you know Tennyson?

[became]

'Something it is which thou hast lost, some pleasure from thine early years. Break thou deep vase of chilling tears, that grief hath shaken into frost!'

[ so that's a yes. ]

I'm familiar, yes.

[2leftfeet]

[Poetry isn't really her bag, but it figures he'd manage to find the right kind of line tailor-made to sting.]

Memorizing vids and poetry. [Sorry, movies? Whatever.] You must get bored easily.

[became]

Exactly the opposite— I just have a good memory.

[ and he watched obsessively, so six of one and half a dozen of the other. ]

[2leftfeet]

[A good memory. It's a small, stupid thing to make her suddenly-- homesick isn't really the right word, but whatever it is turns her tone clipped and sharp. A little mean.]

Ever use it for anything useful?

[became]

I think this happens to qualify, but you don't?

[ with just a hint of the kind of placid, condescending calm you use around the particularly deranged, because neal's an ass. ]

[2leftfeet]

Only if you're planning to teach old earth culture classes.

[became]

Why only that?

[ still a dick, but genuinely asking. ]

[2leftfeet]

Because why bother with it otherwise?

[Reading books? Watching vids? She gets that. But reading anything that isn't a field manual more than once? Boring. Redundant.]

[became]

...for fun? Because I enjoy it.

[ you're baffling him here shepard you mean people don't just read the same dead white guys over and over and over

but why ]

[2leftfeet]

So you spend your time going over things you already know.

[How blissfully...self indulgent. And pointless. Did she mention that part already?]

[became]

I spend my time appreciating beauty in its many forms, yes.

[ his delicate unicorn artiste soul is bruised

BRUISED HE SAYS ]

[2leftfeet]

[omfg this guy]

But if you already know it line by line, then what's the point in spending more time on it? There can't seriously be that much to get out of it if you already know how it ends.

[became]

...because the end isn't the point?

[ no seriously you're killing him shepard

if there was a car to go wait in he would be all over that because his artistic sensibilities are so deeply offended

this fuckin' guy. ]

[2leftfeet]

[Oh shit, this is some philosophical thing isn't it? Ugh.]

Uh huh. I see.

[Amazing how skeptical that can sound.]