Bobby Drake | Iceman (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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eachdraidh2015-09-08 03:25 pm
chilledout) wrote in eachdraidh2015-09-08 03:25 pm
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So, ice cream!
[It's an opening. It's not a very big opening, but Bobby doesn't know if he's supposed to talk about the doom and gloom before he gets going. He feels immediately self-conscious, not because he minds being on screen, but because being here makes him think about that stuff all the time. He knows everything is bad. He knows there's a war. He's seen the preparations. He's also heard about the Void.
But he also thinks that they need to find some of the lighter sides of life if something bad is going to happen.
Thus, after pausing, he finally goes on with renewed purpose:]
I heard at the feast last month that some people come from worlds where people haven't discovered the wonder of ice cream. Or maybe some people have been sheltered away from it. Either is possible, right?
I have an important proposition to all of you ice-cream-ignorant folk: how would you like an ice cream social? I know, you're going to tell me that you don't understand why you have to try ice cream, and you don't know why you'd be at a social for it, but hear me out!
Bad stuff is on the way, apparently, and we only have just enough time to fix this. No one should face bad stuff without ice cream in their tummy.
[He's acknowledged it. He doesn't want to talk about it, but he's acknowledged it.
He pauses, realizing.]
Unless you've got a problem with lactose? In which case—[he squeezes his nose obnoxiously as if to indicate the inevitable bad smell]—keep all of that away from me, okay!
But right—social. I'm gonna be in my room in Caer Glaem, so let me know if you want to fix your ice cream-less life. It's a service I'm providing to you. [He picks up a container full of sprinkles and adds:] And don't worry, I've got sprinkles, too. Oh, and don't wait too long—I'm gonna be heading out soon for an adventure, so you've only got a couple days to rectify this severe oversight of your worlds and lives.
[Which is probably rude, but it doesn't occur to him that it is.]
[ooc: open log for this is here!]
[It's an opening. It's not a very big opening, but Bobby doesn't know if he's supposed to talk about the doom and gloom before he gets going. He feels immediately self-conscious, not because he minds being on screen, but because being here makes him think about that stuff all the time. He knows everything is bad. He knows there's a war. He's seen the preparations. He's also heard about the Void.
But he also thinks that they need to find some of the lighter sides of life if something bad is going to happen.
Thus, after pausing, he finally goes on with renewed purpose:]
I heard at the feast last month that some people come from worlds where people haven't discovered the wonder of ice cream. Or maybe some people have been sheltered away from it. Either is possible, right?
I have an important proposition to all of you ice-cream-ignorant folk: how would you like an ice cream social? I know, you're going to tell me that you don't understand why you have to try ice cream, and you don't know why you'd be at a social for it, but hear me out!
Bad stuff is on the way, apparently, and we only have just enough time to fix this. No one should face bad stuff without ice cream in their tummy.
[He's acknowledged it. He doesn't want to talk about it, but he's acknowledged it.
He pauses, realizing.]
Unless you've got a problem with lactose? In which case—[he squeezes his nose obnoxiously as if to indicate the inevitable bad smell]—keep all of that away from me, okay!
But right—social. I'm gonna be in my room in Caer Glaem, so let me know if you want to fix your ice cream-less life. It's a service I'm providing to you. [He picks up a container full of sprinkles and adds:] And don't worry, I've got sprinkles, too. Oh, and don't wait too long—I'm gonna be heading out soon for an adventure, so you've only got a couple days to rectify this severe oversight of your worlds and lives.
[Which is probably rude, but it doesn't occur to him that it is.]
[ooc: open log for this is here!]
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But I could try the ice cream you have?
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[Certainly she should reassure him. But his frankness startles her, amuses her. He's so...well what she has decided is the definition of modern.]
I am in Caer Glaem as well so you have no need to hesitate on that account. Should I bring anything?
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... Do you have a spoon you really like? Because that'd be neat.
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[So no. Not an eating spoon. That is kind of disappointing.]
I will not inquier as to what cones are. More than likely you will simply have to show me. Monsieur? I do not believe I caught your name.
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Oh, uh—yeah, I'll show you! And I'm Bobby, Bobby Drake. [He flashes her a grin.] You can call me Iceman, too.
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[He doesn't care. She barely cares. So she smiles in return and ducks her head.]
Lia de Beaumont. I am afraid I do not have a moniker such as 'iceman' and you will certainly have to tell me about that when I arrive.
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[It might be a threat.]