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deernet2021-10-03 05:54 am
greatestfall) wrote in deernet2021-10-03 05:54 am
Video | un: holyknightfan123
[The feed opens to that sound of frantic splashing and the sound of the ocean.]
[Loud rapid-fire meows begin right at the source of the video. In view is the farther shores and a large grand piano anchored in the shallows like it had somehow washed up. Behind it is a harried teenager who looks like he's trying to figure out how to drag it out of the water.]
I'm trying, but it's sunk into the damned sand. If the bloody tide rolls in who knows what will happen to the piano case! Have you got the Omni on? I-
[A very pleased, affirmative Mrrooaahhhh!]
Shit!
[He rushes around the piano, slips and face plants into the water before he makes for a dash towards the feed. After a moment it focuses on his face.]
[He clears his throat with some dignity despite that he is drenched in sand and salt water and has a crab climbing up his shoulder. He looks like he's about to make a very formal address before he sighs in frustration.]
Oh, to hell with it. I need some help on the farther shores.
[He swipes the crab off his shoulder before it snatches his ear.]
My piano just washed up and I'd sooner eat calamari than leave it to rot. I can't offer any coin, obviously, but I'm willing to negotiate other services in return. Whatever it fucking takes.
[Loud rapid-fire meows begin right at the source of the video. In view is the farther shores and a large grand piano anchored in the shallows like it had somehow washed up. Behind it is a harried teenager who looks like he's trying to figure out how to drag it out of the water.]
I'm trying, but it's sunk into the damned sand. If the bloody tide rolls in who knows what will happen to the piano case! Have you got the Omni on? I-
[A very pleased, affirmative Mrrooaahhhh!]
Shit!
[He rushes around the piano, slips and face plants into the water before he makes for a dash towards the feed. After a moment it focuses on his face.]
[He clears his throat with some dignity despite that he is drenched in sand and salt water and has a crab climbing up his shoulder. He looks like he's about to make a very formal address before he sighs in frustration.]
Oh, to hell with it. I need some help on the farther shores.
[He swipes the crab off his shoulder before it snatches his ear.]
My piano just washed up and I'd sooner eat calamari than leave it to rot. I can't offer any coin, obviously, but I'm willing to negotiate other services in return. Whatever it fucking takes.
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Great. Get here as soon as you can, the tide's starting to come in.
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[And while Elliot is struggling to wrangle his piano from the sand, he may hear something that sounds suspiciously like the flapping of wings nearby. But then, there's a lot of seabirds around the beach, right? It's not weird. At any rate, before the mystery flapping can be identified, there's a man walking up to him from somewhere -- tall and lanky, with misfortune red eyes. Just where the heck did he come from? It is a mystery. But apparently he is here to help.]
Alright, let's do this. You grab that end.
[If two people to pull it out is no good then it's time to blow away some sand, but first they'll try the simplest solution here.]