Doctrine of Exposure | Video | UN: The One Who Waits

[the_one_who_waits]

[It is 3am when the video goes live. At first it is dark wherever this is taking place. The camera moves through a dark wide open hall. The arms of a stone statue, outstretched, can be seen for only a moment. That is until it turns to a doorway. Light slices through the darkness like a blade as the camera moves in to show two figures hunched together in front of an open refrigerator.

One is the Lamb, who is chewing and eating some sort of meat from a container.

The other is the Goat, eating moldy strawberries out of a plastic container.

Both look over at the same time, their eyes almost glowing in the darkness. The light on the camera flashes as the video saves a picture of the two together, staring at the one who has caught them late night/early morning snacking.

The Goat hisses.]

It is 3 hours past the witching hour. The Lamb is devouring monster meat. The Goat is eating moldy strawberries. These are our leaders.

[Narinder's tone is deadpan and clearly tired.]

[The Goat SCREAMS.]

[The Lamb stares with an expression that can only be read as ?????? in facial form and munches faster.]

THE SOUNDS OF YOUR HOOVES WOKE ME UP!

[Narinder screams back and ends the video.]

((OOC: Responses can and will come from Narinder, the Goat, and the Lamb.))

Comments

[bleatingdeath]

*well that's mildly horrifying - and this is the Lamb, who fought you when you were split faced and he was fighting your EYEBALLS*

[the_one_who_waits]

[Well that is certainly not a happy face either. That's a face of fear. Huh.

Narinder will remember this.]

I tried. [His face falls flat and he shrugs. He's out of ideas.]

[bleatingdeath]

...I do not know how to feel about this.

[the_one_who_waits]

Was it truly so disturbing?

[bleatingdeath]

I have never seen you make that...level of facial expression before. You are typically more subtle in your movements.

[the_one_who_waits]

I see. Then I shall not do it again.

Unless I wish to disturb you once more.

[bleatingdeath]

*they bleat a laugh*

Of course you would think of that first.

You're allowed to smile, Narinder. It was just surprising.

[the_one_who_waits]

[Hearing that, Narinder smiles again. Less wide. Less forced. But it's a very particular kind of smile.]

Thank you for your permission, dearest Lamb.

[bleatingdeath]

*that just makes them smile sweetly as that is always nice to see - something more natural on the black cat*

Anytime, Narinder.