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limacharlie2017-02-23 07:14 am
thevictoriandetective) wrote in limacharlie2017-02-23 07:14 am
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144.98750 [Public Channel]
[With the fury of a man who studied drama in school, Sherlock madly soliloquies into the radio and sounds like he's shooting the wall with something.]
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more!
[Mumbled and incoherent yelling as there are more shots. It's probably a paintball gun, in this dimension, but the sound is still worrisome. Then he gets loud and yells into the radio.]
And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start.
The game's afoot!
[Shakespeare would be proud. Or appalled.]
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more!
[Mumbled and incoherent yelling as there are more shots. It's probably a paintball gun, in this dimension, but the sound is still worrisome. Then he gets loud and yells into the radio.]
And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start.
The game's afoot!
[Shakespeare would be proud. Or appalled.]
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[The sound of arguing. Another gunshot and the sound of breaking glass. It was certainly a party back there, wasn't it?]
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[It sounds like a party with a dozen Undynes, an action film, and maybe that group from the tiki bar he found last night.]
By the way, where are you?