VIDEO ✍ 008 --> Lari's Return from Hiatus

[inseine]

[The video opens to a blank white with a dim shadow at the left corners. It is a moving shadow. There is a faint, muffled rustling sound, and a black, fluid shape - a bedsheet - flutters. Now the indecipherable, severe mutterings of a man's voice can be heard.

The video feed jerks sharply. A bare, hairy foot kicks at the screen, gnarled toes grasping. There is an odd scraping, clanging sound in the background.]

Wretched bitch will pay for this, I swear it!

[The speaker, whose face and body is not visible beyond that reaching foot, does not seem to be aware of any voyeurs this morning.]

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[chose-death.livejournal.com]

Indeed! I'm aware that you have a marked preference for that wench-wife of mine.

[A snort, and another rattle. Javert's thick hand drops into view of the video feed, off the edge of the bed, but it is suspended at an awkward angle, his wrist above both his elbows and extended fingers.

... And what the hell is that fuzzy cuff around that wrist, spotted like a leopard?]

I will admit that she makes more pleasing company than me. Now I want to keep this short: Do you know where she is tucking herself away?

[alphaophiuchi]

She's gorgeous; can you blame me, sir?

[snigger. Clearly she's also devious. Oh right, Draco knew that already.]

Probably her workplace, I would think.

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

I can blame you, when it is another man's wife you're macking on, boy.

[Delivered with Javert's typical straight-laced, cold indifference. Though there is a brief pause, a contraction of surprise.]

--At which laboratories?

[alphaophiuchi]

I'm 'macking' on no one's wife. I'm quite happily taken, in fact. [Draco is pointedly trying not to just laugh. It's not working very well.]

Merlin only knows. Have you tried ringing her up?

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

Ah! A capital suggestion!

--If I could reach my device. I am stuck, apparently.

You will fetch her in my stead. Quickly.

[alphaophiuchi]

[he barely keeps from laughing aloud, turning it into a cough.]

You're serious, aren't you?

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

I am told I am a humorless kind of fellow. Hurry up! My alternative is less desirable and far too messy.

[alphaophiuchi]

[Javert may notice that he's...actually moving now.]

And what's that, pray tell?

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

[If Draco could actually glimpse Javert in the face through this feed, he would be fixed with something of a cross between half-lidded incredulity and condescension, all with a highly-arched brow.]

Splintered wood, a sore wrist and a yapping shrew, I think, [he mutters.] None of that, none of that! Come, boy, do I have your word?

[alphaophiuchi]

Yes, sir. [an exasperated sigh.] I'll find her.

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

There you go, there's a lad. I will wait here.

[Not that he CAN go anywhere...]

[alphaophiuchi]

Do you have another option?

[ooc: shall we assume Draco got her or some such?]

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

Only the less desirable one.

((ooc: Naomi is probably on her way out by the time Draco gets to her, but we can totally hand-wave that if you'd like. Maybe drop a note to Meygan about it?))

[alphaophiuchi]

And that's no option to entertain, clearly.

[ooc: Mmkay. I'll drop her a Plurk, I think. Maybe he'll just call Naomi up and make sure she's going.]