Action & Video ---> And now for something *completely different*
[Hello Luceti. Enjoying the normalcy after the shift? Oh well, nothing stays normal long here. And so we have Elvis, giving a rooftop performance to put U2 to shame. Really, why the Malnosso decided to kidnap an Elvis impersonator or turn someone into one is probably not a good thing to question. Especially since the truth is far far stranger and doesn't even involve the Malnosso at all.]
[Still, if you're a fan of rock'n'roll, Elvis, Las Vegas, Elvis impersonators (because Elvis was not that short, not that light-haired, and the accent is clearly a little forced), or just impromptu rooftop jam sessions, enjoy this. Who knows, they might even take requests!]
[And otherwise, Elvis will leave the building and go about the village, wiggling hips and playing the guitar.]
[Please feel free to ask why. Just. Why.]
You ain't nothing but a hooooound dog!
CRYING all the tiiime!
You ain't nothin' but a hoooound dog!
Crying aaaaall the time!
Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit, and you ain't no friend of mine!
YEAH!
Well-a, thank ya. Thank ya very much. [That accent man...]
[Still, if you're a fan of rock'n'roll, Elvis, Las Vegas, Elvis impersonators (because Elvis was not that short, not that light-haired, and the accent is clearly a little forced), or just impromptu rooftop jam sessions, enjoy this. Who knows, they might even take requests!]
[And otherwise, Elvis will leave the building and go about the village, wiggling hips and playing the guitar.]
[Please feel free to ask why. Just. Why.]
You ain't nothing but a hooooound dog!
CRYING all the tiiime!
You ain't nothin' but a hoooound dog!
Crying aaaaall the time!
Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit, and you ain't no friend of mine!
YEAH!
Well-a, thank ya. Thank ya very much. [That accent man...]
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[She's... extremely skeptical still. Can you blame her? It takes being dead broke for her to really be willing to sing on stage after Poon, and even then she usually just assumes it's for looks. It was really fun, but there are lots of singers in Luceti.]
[Change of subject, but she'll still do it with him.]
So how are you healing? Still dizzy?
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He smiled at her question, a little weary, but figures that there's no reason to lie. They were the only link for each other to their world now, and it would be stupid to waste that.]
Not as dizzy, but still not walking straight. We both know that's gonna be there for a while. As for the other...? [He wiggles the fingers of his right hand, still tender because of the bruises that he earned from the battle in 46.] Let's just say its kind of fucked ten times to Sunday right now, but that should be better too. Eventually.
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Idiot.
[But it's a little affectionate. You know, for Fujiko.]
Here, give me a cigarette. [Holds out a hand and grabs a seat up next to him.]
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[He fishes out his pack regardless and palms it off.]
We're gonna have to go outside if we smoke. Another person's house...you know the drill.
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So I finally got my traps back up after that shift.
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Damn, she was cruel!
He slipped the pack away, for later. There was always later.]
That's good about the traps--we don't need to worry about anyone coming to steal you away then. You don't have too many up, do you? Last time I was in, it was looking like a bigger health hazard than usual.
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I could probably out maneuver Catherine Zeta Jones for laser traps now though. With my eyes closed.
Think it'd catch Sean Connery's eye~?
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You're prettier than all of the girls that Bond ends up playing around with anyway.
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And that is not a biased opinion whatsoever~
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[She was welcome to guess why.]
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I think I like a man who keeps doing stupid things with his hands.