Quip 1 // [Accidental Video] // You're gonna wish you never met me, tears are gonna fall

[britbitchsnark.livejournal.com]

[Shaun's eyes shot open as he found himself sprawled on his bed, it felt like he was wearing clothes but with the apparent lack of curtains or blinds.. what he felt obviously didn't matter. With a quick panic he dives under the duvet.]

BLOODY HELL-- WHAT IS THIS?!

[Abstergo?! A cheap joke by Becca-- no she wasn't that intelligent. His head pops out the top of the duvet and examines the room... well it sort of looked like his room in the old warehouse with a hint of his room at Uni.. this.. This right here? This was like a god damned dream where you imagine you're in public. Naked. Embarrassing yourself - horribly. (He'd make someone bleed for this when he found them..) Sadly it wasn't one, he felt the pain vividly when he pinched his skin between his blunt nails.

Hopping from the bed, looking like some bizarre duvet monster he begins examining the desk. Notes scattered everywhere, his computer all set up an contentedly running-- ah! A Blackberry. He picked it up and scrutinised the outdated model, raising a brow, and very much oblivious to the red light - too distracted by the strangeness.]

What have you got to say for yourself, then..?

Wait it's on?! --Where the hell am I? Whoever's bright idea it was to bring me here has another thing coming! I've got much more important things to be doing right now, not that you could ever understand, so if you'd kindly take me back to my team? No? Wonderful. Thank you. Bloody tosser.

[And the feed ends abruptly. Such a Diva.]

Comments

[cuteuketwin.livejournal.com]

The authors hooked another one I see.

[britbitchsnark.livejournal.com]

[Picking up the Blackberry he gives it a long hard glare.]

And just what's that supposed to mean?

[Author. Abstergo? Hmm.. wait and see Shaun.]

[cuteuketwin.livejournal.com]

The Author seems to take people from where ever they are to here in the manor. There isn't any escape unless she writes you out I guess.

[britbitchsnark.livejournal.com]

Right, so what does this Author want with us?

[cuteuketwin.livejournal.com]

Have no exact idea, but you can guess by the word Author.

[britbitchsnark.livejournal.com]

There's always something else, other than the glaringly obvious.

Has a company named Abstergo ever come up in mention from our humble captor?

[cuteuketwin.livejournal.com]

Never heard of that name here no?

[an-adoring-wife.livejournal.com]

I take it you've just arrived.

Hello, I'm Lucy.

Has it been explained to you what's going on yet?

[britbitchsnark.livejournal.com]

[He nods and settles himself down on the stool - shifting it out of the light.]

Shaun Hastings. I'm sure in any other situation this'd be charming.

All I'm aware of is we have a psychotic woman claiming to be an Author holding us hostage.

[an-adoring-wife.livejournal.com]

That's all anyone here seems to be aware of, honestly.

I arrived myself a few weeks ago.

Would you like a cup of tea?

[britbitchsnark.livejournal.com]

So they like to keep us in the dark too? Just peachy.

Is the tea of British origin? Because anything else I might have to slander as dishwater. [No where else in the world made tea like home.]

[an-adoring-wife.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't have it any other way.

[she smiles - good old British values]

[britbitchsnark.livejournal.com]

Oh good. Glad to know that we're vaguely well taken care of.

Where shall I meet you?

[With that he scoops up the duvet and shrugs it over his shoulders, resembling that duvet monster again.]

[Video]

[en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com]

You're in a place called the Manor..um..I'm afraid there's no way to get back home

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[britbitchsnark.livejournal.com]

Well that's nice. [Obligatory snark, though it's not aimed at Nina directly. She seems high strung enough as it is.]

Care to give me an idea of just what I'm dealing with?

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[en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com]

[She seems to think it is aimed at her, however, her eyes quickly flicking to the floor]

I-I'm sorry..well...we're trapped in this house, and so far no one has been able to get back..apparently we're being controlled by a being known as 'The Author'..

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[britbitchsnark.livejournal.com]

[Frowning, though mostly at himself. Alright, she hadn't done anything to warrant that.]

Sorry, I'm going through a stressful time back home.

I've heard a little about her - are we really supposed to believe that though? Sounds like a load of hog wash if you ask me.

[Video]

[en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com]

I-It's fine

[A curious frown]

Is the fact that your clothes disappear with sunlight not enough evidence?

[Video]

[britbitchsnark.livejournal.com]

[His brows draw. Okay that was a fair point.. but still..]

Well, yeah.. but just a lot to get my head around.

[Voice]

[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

Well, for starters, you're in a place called the Manor. It's more like an asylum than manor if you're into that sort of thing.

[Voice]

[britbitchsnark.livejournal.com]

Oh good. I finally have cracked. If you're here to give me my meds make it quick, I'm going to schedule a session of rocking in a corner if you don't mind.

[Voice]

[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

Sorry but I'm not the pusher. You'll have to get a hold of the Plot Bunny for that.

[Voice]

[britbitchsnark.livejournal.com]

Wait-- I did hear that right? 'Plot Bunny'?

[Voice]

[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you can't miss the little bastard. He's a gray hare with a whiskey fetish. The little fucker reminds me of myself only he's far uglier.

[Voice]

[britbitchsnark.livejournal.com]

... It's a rabbit that drinks? What the hell is going on here?!

[Insert typical british complaining about how everything is awful and he won't stand for it.]