.10. Video

[motherflocker]

[ The feed clicks on to a rather posh desk. Very posh, actually, despite the stands where they are very obviously very well-loved by the birds that occasionally perch there. Oddly enough, there is not the just the usual accompaniment of Percival, but a new face as well, a bird that looks like none other. Something with vibrant feathers, a rather musical-like chirp, and a face that still looks like it's drinking in every detail. There's a definite intelligence in the bird's face, and it literally looks like something that some people would recognize as something that looks vaguely like something from TíraFórsae. ]

It's curious, how exciting things continue to be, isn't it? One thing after another, after another.

[ He's smoking, and he waves a hand, smoke curling from the cigarette, and drifting back and forth across the screen. ] And yet life does need to go on, doesn't it? No matter what nonsense seems to come up from one week to another. Thankfully, things seem to be a bit more low key now.

I was thinking that perhaps something a bit more low-key is in order, hm? I've been feeling rather inspired lately, if I do say so myself.

Next Friday would be the perfect time, and I was considering something of a theme. After all, most of us wore some sort of costume at one time or another, didn't we? Although I do think this will be a bit more vintage than most are used to. Something historical, I think. [ He waves his hand, like he's coming up with it at the drop of a hat, but everything is perfectly considered and carefully plotted.

He smiles at the camera, something sharp and just a touch sharp. ] I know how people here enjoy nostalgia, after all.

[ And then he lifts in front of the camera a cardstock version of a poster that's going to be making the rounds in places where... posters show up. Advertising, of all things, a 50's themed night. He even looks a little pleased at the prospect. ]

Comments

[motherflocker]

Mélisande. [ God, he's just that pretentious. Wiseman is the most normally named of all his birds. ]

[dragony]

Is that... Italian? Or French? [ Romance languages. ]

[motherflocker]

It's French. It's the title to an opera, by Debussy.

[dragony]

I'm sorry, but I can't say that I'm familiar with it. If the name fits, though, that's the important part, I think.

[motherflocker]

Not everyone has an appreciation for the fine arts.

[dragony]

Mmm... but even when someone does, there's still so much to cover, and only so much time. I may have a long way to go, but that isn't to say I won't get there eventually.

[motherflocker]

Indeed? So few even truly enjoy it and appreciate it. It's a rare quality to find.

[dragony]

It means leaving part of yourself behind, if just for a little while. Not everyone can, and some just don't want to.

[motherflocker]

And some simply don't have the ability to appreciate such things.

[dragony]

When did you first take up interest? If you don't mind me asking.

[motherflocker]

As a young teen. I always found it a rather pleasant escape from reality.

[dragony]

Departure and destination. [ There's a sense of gotcha to the words, despite not deviating from her normal tone. ]

[motherflocker]

[ He chuckles. ]

And yet now, it's hardly the same reason.

[dragony]

Well, of course! I would hardly imagine a grown man making decisions the same way he would as a boy.

[motherflocker]

[ Unlike some people, Ozzie doesn't do that. ]

Of course not. But it at least started the foundation.