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riverview2018-05-18 11:16 pm
nostalgiabomb) wrote in riverview2018-05-18 11:16 pm
Entry tags:
- marvel (616): natasha romanov,
- marvel (mcu): gamora,
- marvel (mcu): peter quill,
- marvel (mcu): tony stark,
- marvel (tv): skye,
- star wars: rey,
- ✖ angel sanctuary: alexiel,
- ✖ homestuck: dave strider,
- ✖ original: rosalina nurumi,
- ✖ original: the tetherer,
- ✖ overwatch: genji shimada,
- ✖ overwatch: hana song
video; @star.lord
[ INT. Shared Housing, Floor 13, Room 4 – Very Late Night.
We open on a shot of the living space in one of the many shared housing units. It's dark in the messy room, with a couple of red jackets tossed onto the backs of chairs. Nearby, soft snores are audible.
In frame is a small, wooden creature, his giant eyes squinting with concentration as he stares at the screen. An old, beat-up mp3 player and a Sony Walkman sit beside him on the coffee table. The little creature mumbles a tiny, irritated— ]
I am Groot?
[ —in the same tone of voice someone else might use to ask, “How the hell do you work this thing?” He pokes at the screen fruitlessly for a while, but soon enough, his eyes light up as he shoves his hand forward one last time.
Suddenly, “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap” by the illustrious AC/DC shrieks over stereo speakers.
DONE. DIRT. CHEAP.
Sorry about your beauty sleep, Floor 13. And probably Floors 12 and 14.
The sapling yelps, scrambling and panicking to figure out how to stop this crazy thing, just as a sleep-tousled Star-Lord stumbles into frame, flicking on a light. Barely audible over the music, ]
Groot, what are you—?
[ Busted.
Peter picks up the device, sees that it’s recording, and he grimaces. ]
Oh, son of a—
[ Which is when the feed and the music both cut out. ]
We open on a shot of the living space in one of the many shared housing units. It's dark in the messy room, with a couple of red jackets tossed onto the backs of chairs. Nearby, soft snores are audible.
In frame is a small, wooden creature, his giant eyes squinting with concentration as he stares at the screen. An old, beat-up mp3 player and a Sony Walkman sit beside him on the coffee table. The little creature mumbles a tiny, irritated— ]
I am Groot?
[ —in the same tone of voice someone else might use to ask, “How the hell do you work this thing?” He pokes at the screen fruitlessly for a while, but soon enough, his eyes light up as he shoves his hand forward one last time.
Suddenly, “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap” by the illustrious AC/DC shrieks over stereo speakers.
DONE. DIRT. CHEAP.
Sorry about your beauty sleep, Floor 13. And probably Floors 12 and 14.
The sapling yelps, scrambling and panicking to figure out how to stop this crazy thing, just as a sleep-tousled Star-Lord stumbles into frame, flicking on a light. Barely audible over the music, ]
Groot, what are you—?
[ Busted.
Peter picks up the device, sees that it’s recording, and he grimaces. ]
Oh, son of a—
[ Which is when the feed and the music both cut out. ]
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If it helps, this isn't the first time it's happened.
Asgardian lady named Angela. She seemed to know me, but I didn't know the first thing about her. Made it kinda awkward.
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[ Though she does know who she is. It's interesting, though, most of the other people from other worlds that echo hers would recognize her own username. ]
I'm Natasha, by the way.
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Peter—
[ —wait, no. This is dumb. And while he's not on camera, he still pauses to wrinkle his nose at himself.
A little lamely, ]
... But you already knew that. Right.
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If it helps, I don't like it either.
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I’m not sure if that’s an insult.
[ not that he sounds insulted in the slightest, but, hey, it’s worth pointing out. ]
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[ When in doubt, be even vaguer. ]