video | un: mal (cw: drug use)
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tochnyy( Oh hey, it's Mal, wreathed in blue smoke, but clearly in one of the rooms of the tavern much of the party's taken residence in. If it looks like he’s trying to work the video and isn’t sure what he’s doing? Well. That’s what’s happening and why you get a view of some very dirt caked hands and mostly his nose at first. )
Alright, alright– ( Enter McCoy, who gives Mal's shoulder a comradely shove, and thus pushes him gently out of frame.
The doctor schools his expression into seriousness, having the bearing of an esteemed orator at a lectern, on the cusp of imparting some heretofore unheard-of wisdom.
...if only. )
Mr. Oretsev has so kindly asked me to convey to you all that the Great Mulgrowe's pipeweed, though of excellent quality and astonishin' strength, is completely useless when it comes to assistin' with the mission.
( A pause here, because he briefly turns back to Mal for confirmation. The other man has gone and draped himself in a chair with his pipe, as loosely-boned as Alice's indolent caterpillar. Mal offers a dreamy little wave, and a kind of proceed gesture to McCoy, who turns forward again, rolling his eyes genially. )
He also wishes for me to invite all y'all to vibe with him, as soon as it's convenient. Which is, to say, right now.
( The second Bones says ‘vibe,’ Mal can be seen mouthing the word a few times with an expression that reads ‘I have no idea what this means’ before he slowly slides off the chair he’s seated in and and on to the floor with a soft thump.
Bones is trying so, so hard to keep a straight face, his Georgia drawl thick and sweet as molasses, threatening to muddle into something utterly inscrutable if he talks for any longer.
So, of course, he does. )
I'm here – ( Ah'm 'a here- ) – to remind y'all ahead of wherever this cockamamy mission drags us into to take advantage of how flush we are in clerics right now. There ain't no sense runnin' headlong into potential danger if you're already hurtin'.
If you think I'm referrin' to you – Daisy, Itachi – then I am. Every one of y'all's important to someone here, even if you don't know it. Even if they don't know it.
Honor them by tryin' your damnedest to live, and to live well.
( So there. Satisfied, he leans back on his heels, and gives Mal another glance.
And Mal has managed to stand up and is now trying to lean, oh so casually, against the chair he'd fallen off of. He offers a thumbs up. The corner of McCoy's mouth curls into a smirk, as he adds: )
He says 'and bring sandwiches'.
Alright, alright– ( Enter McCoy, who gives Mal's shoulder a comradely shove, and thus pushes him gently out of frame.
The doctor schools his expression into seriousness, having the bearing of an esteemed orator at a lectern, on the cusp of imparting some heretofore unheard-of wisdom.
...if only. )
Mr. Oretsev has so kindly asked me to convey to you all that the Great Mulgrowe's pipeweed, though of excellent quality and astonishin' strength, is completely useless when it comes to assistin' with the mission.
( A pause here, because he briefly turns back to Mal for confirmation. The other man has gone and draped himself in a chair with his pipe, as loosely-boned as Alice's indolent caterpillar. Mal offers a dreamy little wave, and a kind of proceed gesture to McCoy, who turns forward again, rolling his eyes genially. )
He also wishes for me to invite all y'all to vibe with him, as soon as it's convenient. Which is, to say, right now.
( The second Bones says ‘vibe,’ Mal can be seen mouthing the word a few times with an expression that reads ‘I have no idea what this means’ before he slowly slides off the chair he’s seated in and and on to the floor with a soft thump.
Bones is trying so, so hard to keep a straight face, his Georgia drawl thick and sweet as molasses, threatening to muddle into something utterly inscrutable if he talks for any longer.
So, of course, he does. )
I'm here – ( Ah'm 'a here- ) – to remind y'all ahead of wherever this cockamamy mission drags us into to take advantage of how flush we are in clerics right now. There ain't no sense runnin' headlong into potential danger if you're already hurtin'.
If you think I'm referrin' to you – Daisy, Itachi – then I am. Every one of y'all's important to someone here, even if you don't know it. Even if they don't know it.
Honor them by tryin' your damnedest to live, and to live well.
( So there. Satisfied, he leans back on his heels, and gives Mal another glance.
And Mal has managed to stand up and is now trying to lean, oh so casually, against the chair he'd fallen off of. He offers a thumbs up. The corner of McCoy's mouth curls into a smirk, as he adds: )
He says 'and bring sandwiches'.
