Octavia Serket-Hunter || Vriska Serket (
drama8om8) wrote in
savetheearth2013-11-17 08:42 pm
Entry tags:
- !open,
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text/audio;
[ The post opens with a handy little form letter custom-designed by Octavia for people to fill out. Enjoy. ]
Dear Tavia / Alan / Tavia and Alan / President O8ama,
I, (YOUR NAME HERE), am pissed at / super pissed at / really super pissed at / shockingly attracted to you right now. What were you thinking / are you wearing, cutie(s). What you did was irresponsible / reckless / dangerous / actually pretty cool / worse than str8-up murdering a flock of 8a8ies and I can't 8elieve you would 8e so stupid / you didn't invite me / you are not dead / it's not 8utter. Wow, am I ever 8uttmad / asschafed / cheekstung / rearniggled right now. Damn.
To conclude, you are dum8 / 8rave / lucky to 8e alive / actually already punished enough for this / going to get punched in the face / a 8itch / in possession of a really gr8 8utt.
We are / are not friends any more. I hope you die / don't die,
love / no love from YOUR NAME HERE.
[ That done with, she switches to audio. ]
Just thought I'd cut down on the lecture time for everybody. Because while I am sure all of you are oh-so-fucking ready to sate your massive told-you-so boners, I actually have stuff to say! Like "thanks for being super cool badasses and saving us, rescue teams." And "wow those photos being shown on the news are unflattering as fuck." And "please remember we just spent days in solitary confinement thinking we were going to have our brains scooped out." Which means yes! Alan and I are entirely aware of how quote-dumb-unquote my plan was and all the implications of it and blah blah blah don't waste your fucking time fussing at us.
I also want to point out that like. Somebody would have got caught at some point anyway, right? Like this whole deal was only ever going to last so long. And if it had to be somebody it was good that the captives were us! People who didn't fucking talk even a little, no matter what they threatened us with. People who were brave and cool at all times! People who could contact the outside without writing a number in blood or snot or whatever and blowing this whole shitfest operation. You are welcome.
[ There's a half-uttered syllable, then a soft mmgh as she apparently rethinks what she was going to say. Then, in a falsely lighthearted tone: ]
And, uh. Since like. My face is out there anyway I don't really have shit to lose as far as that is concerned! So what if we had me record a message saying that we ain't terrorists. Maybe explain our deal a little or something? And then put it on Youtube or send it to the press or whatever. Like, if there is a way to do that safely and securely and not get caught. And if people think that's a good idea and not me being fucktarded, haha! And stuff.
Dear Tavia / Alan / Tavia and Alan / President O8ama,
I, (YOUR NAME HERE), am pissed at / super pissed at / really super pissed at / shockingly attracted to you right now. What were you thinking / are you wearing, cutie(s). What you did was irresponsible / reckless / dangerous / actually pretty cool / worse than str8-up murdering a flock of 8a8ies and I can't 8elieve you would 8e so stupid / you didn't invite me / you are not dead / it's not 8utter. Wow, am I ever 8uttmad / asschafed / cheekstung / rearniggled right now. Damn.
To conclude, you are dum8 / 8rave / lucky to 8e alive / actually already punished enough for this / going to get punched in the face / a 8itch / in possession of a really gr8 8utt.
We are / are not friends any more. I hope you die / don't die,
love / no love from YOUR NAME HERE.
[ That done with, she switches to audio. ]
Just thought I'd cut down on the lecture time for everybody. Because while I am sure all of you are oh-so-fucking ready to sate your massive told-you-so boners, I actually have stuff to say! Like "thanks for being super cool badasses and saving us, rescue teams." And "wow those photos being shown on the news are unflattering as fuck." And "please remember we just spent days in solitary confinement thinking we were going to have our brains scooped out." Which means yes! Alan and I are entirely aware of how quote-dumb-unquote my plan was and all the implications of it and blah blah blah don't waste your fucking time fussing at us.
I also want to point out that like. Somebody would have got caught at some point anyway, right? Like this whole deal was only ever going to last so long. And if it had to be somebody it was good that the captives were us! People who didn't fucking talk even a little, no matter what they threatened us with. People who were brave and cool at all times! People who could contact the outside without writing a number in blood or snot or whatever and blowing this whole shitfest operation. You are welcome.
[ There's a half-uttered syllable, then a soft mmgh as she apparently rethinks what she was going to say. Then, in a falsely lighthearted tone: ]
And, uh. Since like. My face is out there anyway I don't really have shit to lose as far as that is concerned! So what if we had me record a message saying that we ain't terrorists. Maybe explain our deal a little or something? And then put it on Youtube or send it to the press or whatever. Like, if there is a way to do that safely and securely and not get caught. And if people think that's a good idea and not me being fucktarded, haha! And stuff.

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And when you put it like that, we could be hella worse off! But I guess we're kind of fucked if the police bring those weird dogs around, so. Yeah. Lying low! Low as fuck.
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Let's see... I have food, [It's mostly junk food and frozen dinners, he's still trying to get out of college mode,] I got you guys tooth brushes, hm... Is there anything else you need? I'm sure someone can bring you over a change of clothes and stuff like that, if they have access to your houses...
Can you mind control dogs too?
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And, uh, nah. No dogs. Or animals. Just people! As for things that I need, I am. Probably going to need, uh. Girl. Things. At some point. Um. No rush.
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[It sounds vague and handwave-y. He's not secretive about his family life, but it's whatever.]
So I can take you guys for at least a month or two. Besides, people on the Network offered to send food and stuff like that. I just don't want you to use up all the water, really.
[He pauses and coughs a little, suddenly unsure.]
Right... Uh, you don't have a girlfriend who could bring that kind of thing or...?
Anyway, even if you can't with the dogs, you can with their handlers so it should be okay?