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Jan. 17th, 2009 03:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pilot_princess[The video starts out from a low angle, as if flat no the ground. Gulliver's nose is seen on the right edge (it's easy to assume he turned it on, even though he's not doing anything). Anemone's standing in the kitchen, in a short dress, and Dominic's jacket. She's not moving at first, holding her side and swaying back and forth.]
It's not so bad, it's not so bad...
[She sighs loudly, then brings her arms away from herself and slams them on the counter loudly.] Gulliver, what's in this kitchen anyway?
[Gulliver gurgles, and leans forward, and all that is seen is his fur for a second. It looks as if he's trying to hide it. Anemone doesn't notice, and only huffs; once Gulliver moves again, there she returns, swinging a cabinet open. As she steps closer, one can easily see her pink panties. She continues swinging back and forth a little, and an arm creeps around her midsection again.
She pauses for a second, then yanks open a drawer and digs through it. After the first drawer, she opens a second, then a third. Then, sulking, she slams the first one shut.] Eek! That was loud...
[She shuts the second and third one more quietly, then turns, leaning on the counter and looking up for a minute. She steps over the communicator and moves to a different cabinet. Pulling out a bottle of water, she slides down to sit on the ground and smiles at Gulliver.]
Hey... Gulliver, guess what. I'm gonna stop all my diets tomorrow. And... eat... something. Something really tasty!
[She giggles softly and leans over to whisper in Gulliver's tiny ears.]
Shinji can -- bet -- made the -- -ake -- but he's -- doesn't want anyone to know. Secret between you and me, okay? Good! ...I should get these bandages changed too. They're all wet again...
[She looks at the communicator. Her hand grabs it, and she pulls it away from him; only her hand is seen.]
Gulliver, you have to stop taking thi--.
[She turns it off.]
It's not so bad, it's not so bad...
[She sighs loudly, then brings her arms away from herself and slams them on the counter loudly.] Gulliver, what's in this kitchen anyway?
[Gulliver gurgles, and leans forward, and all that is seen is his fur for a second. It looks as if he's trying to hide it. Anemone doesn't notice, and only huffs; once Gulliver moves again, there she returns, swinging a cabinet open. As she steps closer, one can easily see her pink panties. She continues swinging back and forth a little, and an arm creeps around her midsection again.
She pauses for a second, then yanks open a drawer and digs through it. After the first drawer, she opens a second, then a third. Then, sulking, she slams the first one shut.] Eek! That was loud...
[She shuts the second and third one more quietly, then turns, leaning on the counter and looking up for a minute. She steps over the communicator and moves to a different cabinet. Pulling out a bottle of water, she slides down to sit on the ground and smiles at Gulliver.]
Hey... Gulliver, guess what. I'm gonna stop all my diets tomorrow. And... eat... something. Something really tasty!
[She giggles softly and leans over to whisper in Gulliver's tiny ears.]
Shinji can -- bet -- made the -- -ake -- but he's -- doesn't want anyone to know. Secret between you and me, okay? Good! ...I should get these bandages changed too. They're all wet again...
[She looks at the communicator. Her hand grabs it, and she pulls it away from him; only her hand is seen.]
Gulliver, you have to stop taking thi--.
[She turns it off.]
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[voice]
Date: 2009-01-23 08:52 am (UTC)That's when you start leaving yourself notes.
So it's just like regular death, then.
Re: [voice]
Date: 2009-01-23 09:07 am (UTC)Nobody remembers to write the notes.
Exactly. And no one wants that. So they stay here.
[voice]
Date: 2009-01-23 11:46 am (UTC)Then write yourself notes to write the notes.
From what I heard, it doesn't make a difference since the scientists've got all the stuff to do whatever they want with you anyway.
[voice]
Date: 2009-01-23 06:52 pm (UTC)That's just too much work. I know I'd rather forget something.
You think so? All I know of is the chips...
[voice]
Date: 2009-01-23 09:16 pm (UTC)And have it come back and bite you later?
They can send you back, right? That means they can send the dead people back where they were dead. Like I said, it's like the usual dying thing.
[voice]
Date: 2009-01-23 09:31 pm (UTC)Not me, them. I can remember a lot of things!
They can, if they want... if we can find a way back. I don't know how anyone plans on staying... maybe they asked.
[voice]
Date: 2009-01-23 09:40 pm (UTC)[snort] Like what? It doesn't count if it's from school.
Well, I heard they don't always listen when you ask. I wouldn't trust 'em.
[voice]
Date: 2009-01-23 09:44 pm (UTC)I never went to school, I don't think...
They probably won't. I want to know how they do it.
[voice]
Date: 2009-01-23 09:47 pm (UTC)[dry] How do you not know exactly if you went to school or not?
That's what we'll squeeze out of 'em once we've got them, then.
[voice]
Date: 2009-01-23 09:54 pm (UTC)...Well... I don't remember that time.
We have to.
[voice]
Date: 2009-01-23 09:59 pm (UTC)Oh, so the drugs really did mess with your head. Or you hit your head. Which is it?
Not so satisfying to get them otherwise.
[voice]
Date: 2009-01-23 10:01 pm (UTC)I haven't hit my head in a long while. But... it was probably Dewey.
Nope. Man.... now I want one.
[voice]
Date: 2009-01-23 10:14 pm (UTC)You make hitting your head sound like a hobby. [snicker] Yeah, if he's anything like what you keep talking about, I can see him brainwashing, too. So how much do you remember?
If you ever find one, you better save some for me.
[voice]
Date: 2009-01-23 10:24 pm (UTC)Well, it's just an injury... I normally didn't, though. A lot, I don't know...
Of course I will!