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| [opens to a background of the sympony all are being treated to today, before Peter Gabriel is expertly mixed in, taking over ...]Stand back! ... said stand back!
Can't you see I've lost control? I'm getting indiscreet.
You're moving in so close til I'm picking up, picking up this heat! ... this heat!
Give me steam, and how you feel can make it real, real as anything you've seen.
Get a life with the dreamer's dream ... [aaaaand continues] | |
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| [soft music, semblance of a guitar riff]Precious and fragile things ... need special handling ... my god what have we done to you? [the quiet melody echoes gently, haunting the vaulted space it's playing in more than wafting] ... things get damaged ... things get broken. I thought we'd manage ...[ooc: Forward-dated to late tonight back-dated to early early morning ... playing this in our car!mode with Sam asleep inside. I'm off to work, so tags will seriously lag, sorry D:
EDIT: changed timing so it wouldn't conflict with Mikaela's re-entrance~ ... hope that's okay /hides] | |
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| [have a video feed broadcasting from what must be the passenger seat of a car ... an angled view of a nondescript holographic driver and a steering wheel with a very characteristic symbol. Feedback mixes with a garbled/unintelligible digital vocal pattern before matters shift to the recognizable voice of a young Judy Garland]... I've a feeling we're not in Kansas any more.[a subtle click as the audio stream switches]Hello ... [musical echo, Pink Floyd style, before the mellow tune continues] ... is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?[ooc: Bystanders might has seen a distraught and battle-ready robot tumbling about around the fountain/carousel before it slipped into an alley and settled into scout/reconnaissance mode. Bee is now cruising the square with a holographic Sam as the driver ... action is allowed, but don't expect him to break the disguise~] | |
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