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paradoxlol) wrote2010-09-10 08:00 pm
paradoxlol) wrote2010-09-10 08:00 pm
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.002 | Voice AND Video.
I knew floods typically trended towards the ridiculous, but an outbreak of musical numbers? 'Unexpected' is putting it lightly.
[He pauses, as though waiting to see if he's about to break into song just by mentioning it. Nope, still unaffected. This is either really good, or it's going to hit him when he least expects it.]
I hope it won't prevent anybody from telling me: who runs the library? Looking back through the archives, I've seen mention of a "Doctor," but as I understand it, there are several. Is the Doctor who supervises the library still on board, or can I assume the position is open? I'd like to lend a hand-- at least, until I'm assigned an inmate of my own.
You should probably answer in text, if you're affected. Then you can at least keep your poker face on.
[Oh no, why did you say that, Arthur? TECHNO POP BEATS FLARE UP, and he has no idea where they came from. And the communicator maaagically switches to video. Arthur's arching his eyebrow, looking around terribly confused.]
Because... [Uh what's going on] you...
[AND HE SINGS. At first, he speaks the lyrics awkwardly.]
Can't read my, can't read my
No you can't read my poker face--
He's got to love nobody.
[No, Arthur has no idea where that mysterious background singer's voice is coming from. But he's getting in the mood, and oh yeah, he's actually singing-singing now, instead of just talking.]
Can't read my, can't read my,
No you can't read my poker face!
He's got to love nobody.
[As he goes through the chorus, he starts to dance, getting into the music. Since the chorus is just the same words over and over again, followed by P-P-P-POKER FACE, I'll spare you a loving C&P of it. At one point, he strips his suit jacket off and flings it off camera.]
--P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face,
Mum mum mum mah--
--P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face,
Mum mum mum mah...
[AND THE MUSIC ENDS. He stands there, blinking.]
What the hell was that?
[He shakes his head, as though clearing the musical cooties away, then straightens his tie and resumes boring stick in the mud mode.]
So, about the library...
[OOC: GRANT IS FINISHED. So I'm just... massively fucking braindead right now. Spent the better part of... every day this week in the office. Want to sleep forever. BUT I HAD TO GET THIS POST OUT FIRST, SORRY IF IT'S SHIT, I BLAME SLEEP DEPRIVATION AND TOO MUCH WORK-WRITING.
Also, yeah, Arthur's posing as a mild mannered librarian, because he doesn't want to be TOO suspiciously evasive when asked about his personal life... and he doesn't want to be honest and say "I BREAK INTO PEOPLE'S MINDS C:"
ALSO ALSO, for a reminder, this is totally what he sounds like singing.]
[He pauses, as though waiting to see if he's about to break into song just by mentioning it. Nope, still unaffected. This is either really good, or it's going to hit him when he least expects it.]
I hope it won't prevent anybody from telling me: who runs the library? Looking back through the archives, I've seen mention of a "Doctor," but as I understand it, there are several. Is the Doctor who supervises the library still on board, or can I assume the position is open? I'd like to lend a hand-- at least, until I'm assigned an inmate of my own.
You should probably answer in text, if you're affected. Then you can at least keep your poker face on.
[Oh no, why did you say that, Arthur? TECHNO POP BEATS FLARE UP, and he has no idea where they came from. And the communicator maaagically switches to video. Arthur's arching his eyebrow, looking around terribly confused.]
Because... [Uh what's going on] you...
[AND HE SINGS. At first, he speaks the lyrics awkwardly.]
Can't read my, can't read my
No you can't read my poker face--
He's got to love nobody.
[No, Arthur has no idea where that mysterious background singer's voice is coming from. But he's getting in the mood, and oh yeah, he's actually singing-singing now, instead of just talking.]
Can't read my, can't read my,
No you can't read my poker face!
He's got to love nobody.
[As he goes through the chorus, he starts to dance, getting into the music. Since the chorus is just the same words over and over again, followed by P-P-P-POKER FACE, I'll spare you a loving C&P of it. At one point, he strips his suit jacket off and flings it off camera.]
--P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face,
Mum mum mum mah--
--P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face,
Mum mum mum mah...
[AND THE MUSIC ENDS. He stands there, blinking.]
What the hell was that?
[He shakes his head, as though clearing the musical cooties away, then straightens his tie and resumes boring stick in the mud mode.]
So, about the library...
[OOC: GRANT IS FINISHED. So I'm just... massively fucking braindead right now. Spent the better part of... every day this week in the office. Want to sleep forever. BUT I HAD TO GET THIS POST OUT FIRST, SORRY IF IT'S SHIT, I BLAME SLEEP DEPRIVATION AND TOO MUCH WORK-WRITING.
Also, yeah, Arthur's posing as a mild mannered librarian, because he doesn't want to be TOO suspiciously evasive when asked about his personal life... and he doesn't want to be honest and say "I BREAK INTO PEOPLE'S MINDS C:"
ALSO ALSO, for a reminder, this is totally what he sounds like singing.]