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revenance_comms2013-01-23 01:45 pm
unrecovered) wrote in revenance_comms2013-01-23 01:45 pm
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Message 03. Insert Pertinent Internet Meme Here
[The communicator, set on a bedside table, seemingly turns on by itself - that is, until Fang leans in the frame to check that it's on and squeaks happily when he sees that it is. Looks like someone's been picking up bad habits from other Spirits.]
[The bat leans out of the frame and the video shows Wash in his hotel room, dressed in casual clothes and staring up at the ceiling.]
Get down from there.
[There's an indignant meowing from offscreen. Wash makes a frustrated noise and rolls his eyes.]
Look, there's nothing up there. Nightmares don't even come inside, let alone hide in my ceiling. Now will you just get down?
[There's another meow, and Wash's eyes widen slightly. He lunges to the left, barely managing to catch something small and pastel falling from the ceiling - a Necho Cat, as it turns out. It meows happily and rolls over in his arms. The room is secure; they can all relax now. Wash just rolls his eyes again.]
I would end up with the paranoid cat.
[Oh come on, it's not paranoid - just overprotective. The cat reaches up and boops him on the nose with a paw and Wash's expression just melts, a big, dopey grin growing on his face. He is unmistakably a cat person. He takes a seat and scratches the cat's belly as it stretches out on his lap. Fang, deciding he wants in on this, squeaks and nudges the communicator off, and the video cuts out.]
[The bat leans out of the frame and the video shows Wash in his hotel room, dressed in casual clothes and staring up at the ceiling.]
Get down from there.
[There's an indignant meowing from offscreen. Wash makes a frustrated noise and rolls his eyes.]
Look, there's nothing up there. Nightmares don't even come inside, let alone hide in my ceiling. Now will you just get down?
[There's another meow, and Wash's eyes widen slightly. He lunges to the left, barely managing to catch something small and pastel falling from the ceiling - a Necho Cat, as it turns out. It meows happily and rolls over in his arms. The room is secure; they can all relax now. Wash just rolls his eyes again.]
I would end up with the paranoid cat.
[Oh come on, it's not paranoid - just overprotective. The cat reaches up and boops him on the nose with a paw and Wash's expression just melts, a big, dopey grin growing on his face. He is unmistakably a cat person. He takes a seat and scratches the cat's belly as it stretches out on his lap. Fang, deciding he wants in on this, squeaks and nudges the communicator off, and the video cuts out.]