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deathsdoctor) wrote2012-12-20 09:26 pm
deathsdoctor) wrote2012-12-20 09:26 pm
018 [Video]
[Law’s journal clicks on, thanks to the meddling of two annoying houseguests, far, far away from the man (who is manfully restraining some violent urges towards his visitors.), and records the following conversation.]
*Hic* - Hey! Hey, Jack! You gotta try this orange soda. It’s got some kick.
Santa’s going to be mad at you. No drinking on the job! … uh, where did you find that stuff, anyway?
[Inquiring elves want to know, okay?]
Friiiiiiiiidge.
… yeah. Just... don't touch anything in there anymore. Now where did those two goo--- oh? Did you hear that? Mike? [The faint sound of high pitched mewing.] Chris Christmas! MIKE! Get back here. We’re on a mission!
KITTENS!
That’s very nice, Mike. Now leave them alone before the mama… oh dear… mommy cats--- MIKE, JUST RUN!
… a~aah… *hic*?
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AAAAH!
Good kitties! NICE KITTI---AIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
... every year. Hang on Mike, I'm coming!
[Footsteps sound and the journal is picked up, revealing a green clad elf brandishing a candy cane wildly and danging in air by the collar from a gray cat's mouth, while a red clad elf is sobbing hysterically under the paw of a black cat surrounded by her three kittens, just a day old.
Law sighs loudly. Cranky pirate captain doctor is cranky:]
Troublesome. What have you gotten into now? We were trying to sleep.
H-hey, you! Get us out of here! We'll put in a good word with Santa for you and your boyfriend! [DON'T LET THEM EAT US!] ... p-please? We won't even tell him about that naughty book you have. Come on...
... and if all I want is for you two to leave and never come back?
... uh... but... Santa... ugh, you're in so much trouble, Mike... ..n..noo... If you don't do this, you'll end on the naughty list! Santa's watching!
... hn. [Yeah... that's really helping your case, fellas.] Fine.
[The journal cuts off.]
*Hic* - Hey! Hey, Jack! You gotta try this orange soda. It’s got some kick.
Santa’s going to be mad at you. No drinking on the job! … uh, where did you find that stuff, anyway?
[Inquiring elves want to know, okay?]
Friiiiiiiiidge.
… yeah. Just... don't touch anything in there anymore. Now where did those two goo--- oh? Did you hear that? Mike? [The faint sound of high pitched mewing.] Chris Christmas! MIKE! Get back here. We’re on a mission!
KITTENS!
That’s very nice, Mike. Now leave them alone before the mama… oh dear… mommy cats--- MIKE, JUST RUN!
… a~aah… *hic*?
….
AAAAH!
Good kitties! NICE KITTI---AIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
... every year. Hang on Mike, I'm coming!
[Footsteps sound and the journal is picked up, revealing a green clad elf brandishing a candy cane wildly and danging in air by the collar from a gray cat's mouth, while a red clad elf is sobbing hysterically under the paw of a black cat surrounded by her three kittens, just a day old.
Law sighs loudly. Cranky pirate captain doctor is cranky:]
Troublesome. What have you gotten into now? We were trying to sleep.
H-hey, you! Get us out of here! We'll put in a good word with Santa for you and your boyfriend! [DON'T LET THEM EAT US!] ... p-please? We won't even tell him about that naughty book you have. Come on...
... and if all I want is for you two to leave and never come back?
... uh... but... Santa... ugh, you're in so much trouble, Mike... ..n..noo... If you don't do this, you'll end on the naughty list! Santa's watching!
... hn. [Yeah... that's really helping your case, fellas.] Fine.
[The journal cuts off.]
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[Getting up now to look in the kitchen.]
H-h-hey... WHERE ARE YOU GOING?! COME BACK!!
[Sobbing, so much sobbing.] We're being *hic* abandoned...
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The elf stuck in his clinic room, however, is trying to peek through the journal to see what's happening to his bros.]
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Cue more high pitched screaming.]
AAAAAH! SHE'S REALLY EATING HIM!
[No she isn't.]
[Voice]
Down with the volume already. If she was that hungry she'd already have acted on it.
[Actually cats play with their food, but he's trying not to cause a panic.]
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[To preserve timelines a bit, this is about the point where Itachi intervenes, saves Jack from Amaya, and scolds the elves for their break and entry. When that business is done and when there's a free moment...]
... so troublesome. I see you have a visitor too.
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[Wow, rude, his brothers were dying. But the elf seems too content that they're saved to comment on that.]
[Voice]
Only sometimes, huh? Sounds like you got one of the good elves of the batch.
[He can hear BOTH of them now raiding his fridge for what's left of the mimosa that Mike failed to finish off.]
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[Which is good, because he's bored.]
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[A pause, because he's now had a chance to look back through the journal and realize the elves kicked him out of the closet, so to speak. Which makes Shikamaru's inital comment crystal clear... and he's not sure how to address that, even though he knew that the fact they had a relationship was pretty damn obvious.]
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Coughing.] I think I'll also be investing in a new set of locks.
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[Glancing at the elf in the video-picture-box with a considering (and teasing) look.]
We're onto you.
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Shikamaru gives him a cookie someone brought that he can't eat yet and takes his journal back.]
And the Malnosso are in on it. Ten ryo says a Santa showed up from a world where the guy exists and got some kind of pass.
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... now the Easter Bunny. Different story.
[Apparently there's a rabbit that goes around leaving chocolate eggs every Spring. WHO KNEW.]
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Rough haul, yeah. He hasn't helped any.
He doesn't let any of the shame touch his voice.]
Aa, so it hasn't been a total bust for you, has it?
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