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capeandcowl2011-10-23 06:33 pm
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[Cassie is sitting in her room, cross-legged, looking right at the camera. Her expression is falsely cheerful, belying the dark circles under her eyes. She also has several computer print-outs that she's going to use during her little notice to the network.]
Is it recording, Bot?
Yes, Mistress.
Okay, then. [She takes a deep breath.] Hey, network. Do you think this looks cute? [She holds up the first print-out.] Have you ever made one of these? [The second print-out.] Seen this in a store - [Number three.] - and decide you just had to have it? Is this - [Number four.] - your idea of politics?
Boy are you in fucking luck. Because this Halloween, for one night and maybe the last night of the world, we're all getting this. [She holds up the large drawing, pushing it forward so it fills the entire view screen. She continues to speak as she holds the image.] Congratulations, city, it's our very own Lovecraftian shit-storm.
[She drops the notebook and lets the drawing fall to the floor.] If the Porter, or whoever's planning these little holiday entertainments is taking requests, can I just say, Night of the Lepus? Because drawing giant bunnies has got to be less nightmare-inducing than this crap. Seriously.
Is it recording, Bot?
Yes, Mistress.
Okay, then. [She takes a deep breath.] Hey, network. Do you think this looks cute? [She holds up the first print-out.] Have you ever made one of these? [The second print-out.] Seen this in a store - [Number three.] - and decide you just had to have it? Is this - [Number four.] - your idea of politics?
Boy are you in fucking luck. Because this Halloween, for one night and maybe the last night of the world, we're all getting this. [She holds up the large drawing, pushing it forward so it fills the entire view screen. She continues to speak as she holds the image.] Congratulations, city, it's our very own Lovecraftian shit-storm.
[She drops the notebook and lets the drawing fall to the floor.] If the Porter, or whoever's planning these little holiday entertainments is taking requests, can I just say, Night of the Lepus? Because drawing giant bunnies has got to be less nightmare-inducing than this crap. Seriously.
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Of course they do.
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