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sirenspull2012-05-15 04:55 pm
myselfexcluded) wrote in sirenspull2012-05-15 04:55 pm
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007; Video; Backdated to Mother's Day
[Heeere's Washu, beaming at everyone.] So I think by now, we should start to see a downswing in Newcomer arrival. Hopefully, everyone's getting settled riiight in. Now, for those of you who just got here or just came back, hi! My name is Washu- professor Washu if you're one of my students and Little Washu if you're anyone else- and I'm one of the local geniuses here in Siren's Port, if not the most brilliant one. Which is relevant, because I'm hosting the first 'meeting of the minds' at the Newcomer Community Center at the end of the month. Anyone who thinks they have a few ideas to toss around or discuss with a bunch of likeminded individuals can feel free to attend- and I especially extend this invitation to any new arrivals. You might just learn something, y'know? [Grin. There's movement offscreen and Washu looks in that direction, frowning and then lowering her voice.] Hold that thought.
[A woman with a baby sits down next to her on the bench she's currently sitting on. The baby goes wide-eyed at the sight of Washu and Washu uncomfortably tries to scoot to the edge of the bench, but too late. The baby has already grabbed a large wad of her rather impressive hair and yanked. Hard. Washu lets out a squeal and the mother gasps, prying her child's fingers away from its stranglehold on Washu's head.]
Oh, I'm so sorry. He didn't hurt you, did he?
[Washu's voice goes up a few notches higher than normal, doing a perfect imitation of an embarrassed young girl.] Oh no, it's all right. He didn't hurt me at all.
Good. [The woman gasps again, attention diverted elsewhere.] Oh, look. There's Daddy. Hey, sweetie. We're over here.
[Washu seems to have completely forgotten her NV is still recording, so for a moment, everyone gets to see just the slightest look of vulnerability and pain on her face, before she shakes it off and turns back to the computer, all annoyance.] Good riddance. The nerve of that kid...
[Oh right. She was saying something. Funny how that can distract you, especially today of all days. It's a human custom- a whole day to honoring moms. And more than that, it dredges up a lot of grown-up feelings Washu doesn't want to deal with. Stupid holiday.
.... She stares at the NV for awhile, her train of thought very clearly derailed. She covers it up sheepishly and rubs the back of her head.] Uh. Right. So yeah, think tank meeting at the end of the month. Don't miss it, 'kay?
[A woman with a baby sits down next to her on the bench she's currently sitting on. The baby goes wide-eyed at the sight of Washu and Washu uncomfortably tries to scoot to the edge of the bench, but too late. The baby has already grabbed a large wad of her rather impressive hair and yanked. Hard. Washu lets out a squeal and the mother gasps, prying her child's fingers away from its stranglehold on Washu's head.]
Oh, I'm so sorry. He didn't hurt you, did he?
[Washu's voice goes up a few notches higher than normal, doing a perfect imitation of an embarrassed young girl.] Oh no, it's all right. He didn't hurt me at all.
Good. [The woman gasps again, attention diverted elsewhere.] Oh, look. There's Daddy. Hey, sweetie. We're over here.
[Washu seems to have completely forgotten her NV is still recording, so for a moment, everyone gets to see just the slightest look of vulnerability and pain on her face, before she shakes it off and turns back to the computer, all annoyance.] Good riddance. The nerve of that kid...
[Oh right. She was saying something. Funny how that can distract you, especially today of all days. It's a human custom- a whole day to honoring moms. And more than that, it dredges up a lot of grown-up feelings Washu doesn't want to deal with. Stupid holiday.
.... She stares at the NV for awhile, her train of thought very clearly derailed. She covers it up sheepishly and rubs the back of her head.] Uh. Right. So yeah, think tank meeting at the end of the month. Don't miss it, 'kay?