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crotchroses[Some time around the evening of the 30th, there is a broadcast.
A very French broadcast.Because France is in it. You can't beat that, okay.
The lighting is dramatic and France himself seems to be sitting in a chair, leaned back against the sill of a window and the wall, so he's essentially in front of the window with his feet propped up off screen.]
... Bonsoir, Fortuna.
[He removes the cigarette from his mouth and sighs through the edifice into the open air. The smoke curls 'round. He is so dramatic you can practically hear the music playing.
No really. Where is that very very soft music coming from?
You'll never know.]
It has come to my attention that I, the nation of romance, have not tended to my duties properly. What are those, you ask?
[HE FACES THE CAMERA AT LAST. There is a confident smile on his lips.]
We are fighting to survive, I know this. But... Even so! [a wave of his hand] The human instinct--ah, even the instinct of life itself!--is not only to survive but to live well. It is my duty, my desire and obligation, to assist not only my citizens but anyone who wishes it, in this endeavor.
Je suis--Ah, I am France, and whatever you need--be it advice, friendly company, the best cooking on the planet, or just someone handsome to look at, I am at your disposal.
Not to do this--Non! It is unacceptable. [He snaps his fingers--
--he's holding a rose in bloom in addition to that cigarette. France's sleeves are rolled up look he can be mysterious too. He brings it to his face and breathes in the scent with a happy sigh.]
The brother of Europe--[his other hand waves at himself, indicating who he's talking about]--of the world--he is here for you.
[With a wave, the feed cuts off. Shortly after, a text translation is posted, word for word so everyone can read it.]
A very French broadcast.
The lighting is dramatic and France himself seems to be sitting in a chair, leaned back against the sill of a window and the wall, so he's essentially in front of the window with his feet propped up off screen.]
... Bonsoir, Fortuna.
[He removes the cigarette from his mouth and sighs through the edifice into the open air. The smoke curls 'round. He is so dramatic you can practically hear the music playing.
No really. Where is that very very soft music coming from?
You'll never know.]
It has come to my attention that I, the nation of romance, have not tended to my duties properly. What are those, you ask?
[HE FACES THE CAMERA AT LAST. There is a confident smile on his lips.]
We are fighting to survive, I know this. But... Even so! [a wave of his hand] The human instinct--ah, even the instinct of life itself!--is not only to survive but to live well. It is my duty, my desire and obligation, to assist not only my citizens but anyone who wishes it, in this endeavor.
Je suis--Ah, I am France, and whatever you need--be it advice, friendly company, the best cooking on the planet, or just someone handsome to look at, I am at your disposal.
Not to do this--Non! It is unacceptable. [He snaps his fingers--
--he's holding a rose in bloom in addition to that cigarette. France's sleeves are rolled up look he can be mysterious too. He brings it to his face and breathes in the scent with a happy sigh.]
The brother of Europe--[his other hand waves at himself, indicating who he's talking about]--of the world--he is here for you.
[With a wave, the feed cuts off. Shortly after, a text translation is posted, word for word so everyone can read it.]
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Date: 2011-12-01 12:21 pm (UTC)Because I don't wish to. Use the brain you were given and think. And then leave me alone.Text
Date: 2011-12-01 12:52 pm (UTC)Text
Date: 2011-12-01 12:55 pm (UTC)No you don't. I'm happy not talking. Ever again.
Oh I know what this is about. Don't worry, I'm not going to fly into a stupid jealous and angry fit, you're safe. There. I won't harm a hair on your head, nor will I place the blame on you. Happy?
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Date: 2011-12-06 11:52 am (UTC)Text
Date: 2011-12-07 12:01 pm (UTC)I don't care.It can't be changed.
Please, at least do not tell Marianne.
I don't need her gloating.
Nor Rosemary's.
...That's all I ask.
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Date: 2011-12-07 12:28 pm (UTC)Text
Date: 2011-12-07 12:31 pm (UTC)Now please leave me be.Text
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Date: 2011-12-07 12:52 pm (UTC)If I say thank you will you leave me alone?no subject
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Date: 2011-12-07 12:57 pm (UTC)Not that she doesn't type and delete something out a few times]