Malcolm Tucker (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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eachdraidh2014-12-08 09:57 am
asafp) wrote in eachdraidh2014-12-08 09:57 am
[Text; Open] -> [Audio; Seelie] Backdated to the 3rd
Fuck me.
[That's it that's the post.
If you're not a member of the Seelie court, that is. After another moment -- or a few -- the audio and the lock switch on.]
[Audio; Seelie-locked]
[The following is the sound of a Glaswegian who is both exhausted and quietly trying to sustain his brittle grasp on reality.]
Right, this message ought to only be goin' out to members of the, ah, Seelie Court. Hoping there's a friendly soul somewhere in the area of Daonna who can help a poor traveler in gettin' to the castle. Supposedly those fluttery lights were meant to drop me off at it, but I guess they got lost somewhere on the Yellow Brick Fucking Road.
Bargained my way into a room at the inn temporarily, but I don't wanna find out how the pig man's gonna make me pay once I run out of currency. I hear one of their orgasms lasts for half an hour.
[All right, Malc, reign it in for a minute. You've got no clout here, and you want these people to want to help you out, right?
Right.]
Any assistance would be [and here he is trying really hard to be cordial and professional:] greatly appreciated.
[That's it that's the post.
If you're not a member of the Seelie court, that is. After another moment -- or a few -- the audio and the lock switch on.]
[Audio; Seelie-locked]
[The following is the sound of a Glaswegian who is both exhausted and quietly trying to sustain his brittle grasp on reality.]
Right, this message ought to only be goin' out to members of the, ah, Seelie Court. Hoping there's a friendly soul somewhere in the area of Daonna who can help a poor traveler in gettin' to the castle. Supposedly those fluttery lights were meant to drop me off at it, but I guess they got lost somewhere on the Yellow Brick Fucking Road.
Bargained my way into a room at the inn temporarily, but I don't wanna find out how the pig man's gonna make me pay once I run out of currency. I hear one of their orgasms lasts for half an hour.
[All right, Malc, reign it in for a minute. You've got no clout here, and you want these people to want to help you out, right?
Right.]
Any assistance would be [and here he is trying really hard to be cordial and professional:] greatly appreciated.
no subject
There's something of a hush when the door opens and the gryphon looks in. Malcolm looks too, of course, and his eyes go wide, but if there's one thing he's keenly aware of, it's of when he's being observed.
So he won't lose his cool. Not even close. He taps the table as if to say, Well, that's my ride, before standing and making his way to the door. Which he is all too happy to shut behind himself.]
Well. The Drabwurld Taxi Service. [There's a reason he refrained from speaking until he got out here: can't quite keep the shock out of his voice.
His first instinct is to shake hands, so he holds his out.] How are ya? Y'all right?