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threadthefire) wrote2011-04-29 02:40 pm
threadthefire) wrote2011-04-29 02:40 pm
17th Design [voice/video]
To all of those invited to the private tours of passionné today, I have to apologize in advance. You are still more than welcome to come by, but I warn you that everything of value has been covered to protect it from my more recent... acquisitions. And speaking of, does anyone know what this one is?
[The camera clicks on for a moment to show a Resplendant Quetzal perched on his arm.]
I recognize the others, but this one is a mystery to me.
[In the background, you can also see three peacocks. All of them are tethered to Cinna's wrist by fine silver chains.
Suddenly the device is dropped and when it stops bouncing and spinning, you can look up to see Cinna batting at his head.]
That is my ear you buzzing little menace, not a flower!
[Stopping, he sinks back into his office chair and as he reaches for the device on the floor, you can see a tiny pair of hummingbirds, their needle-like beaks poking at Cinna's head, probably wondering where all of their delicious nectar had gotten to. They too are tethered, the chains so thin as to almost be invisible, but they glint in the afternoon light coming in the office.
Rubbing the side of his face, he sighs before he speaks.]
As I said, you can still come, just... advising you of the situation.
[He turns the camera off.]
[The camera clicks on for a moment to show a Resplendant Quetzal perched on his arm.]
I recognize the others, but this one is a mystery to me.
[In the background, you can also see three peacocks. All of them are tethered to Cinna's wrist by fine silver chains.
Suddenly the device is dropped and when it stops bouncing and spinning, you can look up to see Cinna batting at his head.]
That is my ear you buzzing little menace, not a flower!
[Stopping, he sinks back into his office chair and as he reaches for the device on the floor, you can see a tiny pair of hummingbirds, their needle-like beaks poking at Cinna's head, probably wondering where all of their delicious nectar had gotten to. They too are tethered, the chains so thin as to almost be invisible, but they glint in the afternoon light coming in the office.
Rubbing the side of his face, he sighs before he speaks.]
As I said, you can still come, just... advising you of the situation.
[He turns the camera off.]
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