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]

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.]