-3.3 ml- [Accidental Voice/Video]
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pilot_princess[The transmission starts out with Gulliver's soft gurgling, though it sounds like his mouth is full and there's a soft wet sound with each breath. After a few seconds, his tooth clicks it to video and drool covers the whole screen.
Blurrily, there's the sky and the top of the ground, along with the sides of buildings. He pauses to sniff, then shifts carefully. The corner of the Northern Lights can be seen from the side, and Gulliver drops it, gurgling at the building.
The transmission cuts out.]
Blurrily, there's the sky and the top of the ground, along with the sides of buildings. He pauses to sniff, then shifts carefully. The corner of the Northern Lights can be seen from the side, and Gulliver drops it, gurgling at the building.
The transmission cuts out.]
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Date: 2009-01-18 05:35 am (UTC)2/2
Date: 2009-01-18 05:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-18 05:43 am (UTC)[Video]
Date: 2009-01-18 05:58 am (UTC)[Video]
Date: 2009-01-18 05:59 am (UTC)[Video]
Date: 2009-01-18 06:00 am (UTC)Ne, you're Anemone's puppy right? You're so cute. I want to just give you a big squishy hug!
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Date: 2009-01-18 06:04 am (UTC)[Video]
Date: 2009-01-18 06:06 am (UTC)What?
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Date: 2009-01-18 06:07 am (UTC)Hey, Gulliver!
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Date: 2009-01-18 06:07 am (UTC)[commentlog]
Date: 2009-01-18 06:10 am (UTC)[Video]
Date: 2009-01-18 06:11 am (UTC)What, what?
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Date: 2009-01-18 06:11 am (UTC)[Video]
Date: 2009-01-18 06:13 am (UTC)Is this what you wanted?
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Date: 2009-01-18 06:14 am (UTC)Alright. Uh, Gulliver, show me where Anemone is..
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Date: 2009-01-18 06:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-18 06:19 am (UTC)[commentlog]
Date: 2009-01-18 06:20 am (UTC)At the question, Gulliver gurgled again, then squeaked. He didn't know, he couldn't take him.
...wait. After a few seconds, he sniffed the ground and began searching.]
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Date: 2009-01-18 06:21 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-01-18 06:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-18 06:24 am (UTC)[commentlog]
Date: 2009-01-18 06:25 am (UTC)He crossed his arms against a sudden blast of freezing air. The black turtleneck felt like nothing against it.]
C'mon boy. I don't got your dog senses.. you gotta know where she is.
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Date: 2009-01-18 06:32 am (UTC)[commentlog] hey thar, hijacking ur comment log losers 8D
Date: 2009-01-18 06:34 am (UTC)She should just fuckin' teach it to speak English. Or fuckin'... sign language or somethin'.
[He's standing a little away from the two, pondering why he bothers getting involved with this crap anymore.]
[commentlog] oh em gee ish been kidnapped by a homo
Date: 2009-01-18 06:41 am (UTC)[commentlog] cue awkward
Date: 2009-01-18 06:56 am (UTC)[He'd been pacing, wearing down a path in the snow while Gulliver sniffed the ground. Now he came to a stop and jammed both hands in his pockets. Tried to seem casual about it. It was a habit he reserved for people who worried too much about him--odd doing that with Helter. He cast a shifty-eyed glance his way, then focused on the dog again.]
She can't have gone that far.. not hurt like that..
[That came out sounding doubtful.. ]
[commentlog] your mom is awkward
Date: 2009-01-18 07:04 am (UTC)I just have to ask. What the fuck is her issue with gettin' into shit? Does she get some sick female rush from it?
[Annoyed, as per usual.]
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Date: 2009-01-18 07:09 am (UTC)Doggie, what are you doing? Doggie?
Um...
Doggie! Get back here! Where is your owner, doggie?
The pink haired girl?
[commentlog] your faces is awkward
Date: 2009-01-18 07:10 am (UTC)[Video]
Date: 2009-01-18 07:58 am (UTC)[Voice]
Date: 2009-01-18 07:32 pm (UTC)Maybe you are hungry too!
[commentlog] well.. your moms is awkward
Date: 2009-01-18 10:54 pm (UTC)[His voice trailed off as Gulliver puttered down Bonito, sniffing--at nothing, or a scent, or what? He paused, glanced back at Helter before hurrying off after the creature.]
..Maybe he knows where she is. You coming?