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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: 2011-12-13 06:07 pm (UTC)I sincerely hope not. A-As long as we can avoid a big blizzard, like the one a few years ago, we shouldn't need to resort to such measures.
What supplies are you storing, monsieur?
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Date: 2011-12-13 08:24 pm (UTC)Blankets! Clothes. Nonperishable foods. I have also attempted to smoke meat to preserve it, but there is only so much one nation can do on his own. I think we should find items to safely use as fuel for warmth, possibly someone who could fix and maintain our awful generators. The key is to stay warm, hydrated and fed--but mostly warm!
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Date: 2011-12-13 08:43 pm (UTC)It's quite all right. I simply haven't thought about it quite sometime. It's been such a long while since I've heard of such procedures due to elemental forces. Mostly from warriors in battle. I'm grateful that there has been little of it here.
There is a young man by the name of Yusei who is quite knowledgeable in technology. He fixed my generator, espresso machine, and more quite a few times in the past. He's also fixed up most the buildings to run electricity using the generators properly, if I'm not mistaken. Him and Little Washu are the best I know when it comes to those sort of things. I'm sure one of them would be more than happy to assist in alternate energy sources, should you ask.
I recall another once smoking meat during the colder seasons.
[He pauses, lost in a memory before giving a gentle shake of his head]
Ah, but if there is anything I may assist with, please let me know.
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Date: 2011-12-15 07:53 pm (UTC)Merci! I will speak with both! Of course, monsieur, of course! If I may, might your cafe be used to store supplies I cannot fit in Latimir?
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Date: 2011-12-15 08:35 pm (UTC)Of course. I haven't been doing much with it as of late. I'd like to get back to running the store more properly. It reminds me of better times.
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Date: 2011-12-19 01:27 am (UTC)