¡peligro! x 001 x audio/video

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[The audio feed is a mess of scuffling and cursing. That's the sound of the fountain, there's the sound of your broadcaster stumbling and hitting the ground (with a squeak, so enjoy that), and--ah--

[Here's the video. It's hard to see him immediately; his fingers scraping and scrambling over the screen do a pretty good job of hiding his face--and his expression, crunched tight in panic and confusion and anger--] No. No, no! get off! Fuckers, you sh-shitsucking bastards, you don't get me. You don't get me, I fucking swear, I will zap every last one of you cumstains-- [Where does it break it has to be breakable everything breaks how do you get this thing off?!

[What did you want him to notice it's on? Maybe later. Excuse him as he bites at the wristband of the communicator.]

Comments

[goodluckkobra]

[Kobra's totally not laughing. No, that's a lie. He can barely breath he's laughing so hard. Is Poison actually biting the stupid thing? Fucking beautiful!]

That you, Poison? You need a hand?

[He's lying back in his awesome red race car bed. It's okay to be jealous, even if his legs hang off the end.]

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[Fuck you. Matter of fact:] Fuck you, sonuvafucking-- [But he stills as soon as he actually looks at the device instead of eating it. Still doesn't seem like he gets what it is.] ...K?

[goodluckkobra]

Nope. Guess again. [And have some more laughing.] How long you been here?

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

I dunno. [No, don't laugh, why are you laughing? His eyes jitter offscreen, eying shadows and building, very wary.] This--

You're not the Kid. Prove it, you prove me, prove you me.

[goodluckkobra]

Seriously, P? [He's already pushing himself up and walking out of the house. Of course, he grabs his kitchen knife on the way, in case those wolves are still around.]

I'm your brother and this place has running water and real food and totally cool people and I'll prove it to you in a minute. I'd ask you not to shoot, but I have a feeling your gun's gone, too.

[onteamdyson]

Dude. Take it easy. Pretty sure the fountain isn't after you.

[Did he just say zap? ... ] Are you a fan of static-shocking people while wearing fuzzy socks as well as a wrist-thingy connessieur? Because I'm all about the first thing, but the second thing doesn't sound so delicious. Also, it's on.

Not 'it's on' like we're gonna fight. 'It's on' in the literal sense that the wrist-thingy is on. Hi there!

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[Oh wow, shhsh. Oh wow, shut up. Her talking gets him to check out the screen anyway, ten points for you! Have a smile! It's like a knife, but with teeth.] Hi.

Hi.

I will fucking kill you. What are you. Whattayou want. What are you.

[onteamdyson]

... [She raises an eyebrow, looking down at herself (with a quick glance at her very covered up arm) before staring back at the screen with a questioning gaze]

A human, last time I checked. Female, also. Oh, and not responsible for you being here, I guess I should point that out first-- that's... that's probably where you were going with that. Okay. No need to be hostile, I swear! I can help. No homicide necessary, Red.

I'm Kenzi.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

Human, bullshit, you are program, I know what you are. How do I get it off. Where's the plug. Get it off, get me out, get it off, get me out--

[greenisnteasy]

Hey, it's okay. You're okay. [Um... Mostly. He sounds soothing and like he's sure of himself, at least.]

Are you afraid of the communicator on your wrist? [Or is he being attacked by gigantic, terrifying wolves? Bruce is treading some very thorny territory here. On the one hand, hey! No reason to bite your wrist off. On the other hand, there are things here that can bite your wrist off for you.]

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[No wolves yet, but have a bark of a laugh:] Chyes, yes, that is it! What is you, yogavoice, you gonna tell me it's okay? One more time! Tell me one more time and I'll believe you, let's give it a fucking shot!

[greenisnteasy]

[That's legitimate.]

Well, the device on your wrist is okay. [Probably.] No one's found a reason to need to bite it off yet. Is yours giving you trouble?

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

No, it's not, it's not okay, don't you fucking feed me! [Hysterical? Who?] What is this?!

[beenunmade]

If you have any luck, tell me you're secret. [ A pause. ] Also try some vaseline. I hear that shit works like a charm.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

My secrets are mine, not my fault if you sad shits got no luck yet. Kiss my ass, dickweed. [YOUR TEASING IS NOT APPRECIATED.]

[beenunmade]

You know, I do know a quick way you can get rid of that thing. [ CLINT DOES NOT APPRECIATE BEING CALLED A DICKWEED THANK YOU VERY MUCH. ]

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

You gonna share you secrets?

[agentx13.livejournal.com]

[Cumstains? Another charmer.]

If you find one of the cumstains, let me know so I can shoot them.

It might help if you breathe, by the way.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

Air’s for suckers, tell me again to breathe. Get on it. I love that. I hear it. I live to obey.

Who is this?

[agentx13.livejournal.com]

[Sharon sighs.]

Sharon Carter. More importantly, I'm the person who'd rather you not hyperventilate and injure yourself.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

Oh, would you rather? [His shoulders shimmy like a saloon wench, and he's this far from kissing at the camera. He doesn't. (For now.)] Whatsit to ya? How much more important? Why you want me alive?

[thezerothlaw]

[Daneel is... anxious, to say the least, to witness this, and he's peering worriedly into his own communicator. He's not sure whether this guy is more a threat to himself or to others, but either way, he needs to intervene.]

Please calm yourself. You're in no immediate danger, I assure you. Might I offer you some assistance?

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

Yeah, beam me the fuck up. Whattayou got for me, Charlie? Gotta say, you rats’ve been jackall for assistance. [Ah, he’s calming down!]

[thezerothlaw]

[Calm is good. He likes calm. Calm means it's a lot easier to get information, for one.] I suspect that how much assistance it's in my power to offer is rather limited. I apologise for that. Are you unharmed?

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

Why? S'not your wax, busybee, who you askin?