[19] Audio Broadcast

[catatonicanon]

There's a sound of bed sheets rustling, a soft shift of fabric that has been washed to thinness. It's noisy here, the sound of footsteps walking, people talking, strange machines beeping and distant sneakers squeaking by.

Something shifts the bed sheets and the sound of a tiny baby whining in protest is heard over the radios. The bed creaks, the baby whines.

"You know what, Vic? He looks like a Denzel."

The voice is female; tired, young and distracted.

Footsteps approach and this time the voice is a young male.

"I thought we agreed on Brian?"

In the distance, someone begins to scream. The sound is drowned out by the woman.

"But he looks more like a Denzel. Besides, I like Denzel. Don't you like Denzel?"

"Yeah, yeah, do what you want."

"Heh heh! Denzel it is then! Hi, Denzel! I'm your mommy!"

The bed sheets shift, machines beep, a woman screams and shoes squeak on by.

Comments

Daddypings!

[bloody-pens.livejournal.com]

Re: Daddypings!

[catatonicanon]

[That sharp intake of breath has spawned some humming, to the tune of the Imperial March. BOM BOM BOM BOMBABOM BOM BA BOM.]

[marrymarajade.livejournal.com]

[And that in turn results in a quiet "Hn?". ...The Imperial March is, in-universe, the martial theme of the Imperial Navy.]

[spandexisyouth]

Congratulations!

[He doesn't know who this is, but it's still important, right? Except the woman's voice might be that of someone he's met before, sometime, somewhere. Gai just can't place it yet.]

[catatonicanon]

Cigars for EVERYONE!

[spandexisyouth]

Cigars? Why would everyone want cigars?

[catatonicanon]

To breathe in deep the fruit of my loins, OF COURSE.







Hint: He tastes like APPLE(S)!!!

[coughcoughshank.livejournal.com]

Like...apples?

[Bittytrap is not sure if he should be amused or horrified right now]

[spandexisyouth]

Not a good thing, at all.

[spandexisyouth]

Because the cigar was once plant life?

[Voice placed. Voice very much placed.]

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Mm. What made him look more like a Denzel than a Brian?

[catatonicanon]

[A long pause.]

His eyes. They spoke to me.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Did they now. What did they say?

[catatonicanon]

They said...

"YO MOMMA! I'M A DENZEL, NOT A BRIAN, FOO! NOW GET OFF YO ASS AND MAKE ME A BOTTLE!"

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Ah, of course.

Any idea what became of him?

[esoteric_rose.livejournal.com]

Congratulations to Denzel and you.

[She's got some envy pangs, but they're not important. A child is a cause for celebration.]

[catatonicanon]

Congrats and cigars must be sent backwards.

[esoteric_rose.livejournal.com]

I'd prefer a cigarette, myself.

[catatonicanon]

Smoking is bad for you.

Causes WRINKLES.

[esoteric_rose.livejournal.com]

And it ruins the voice.

[npc-kun.livejournal.com]

[A man speaks. His voice is low and quiet, and his tone is amused... though if you listen closely to tones, it's clear that his amusement is entirely false. He sounds knowing.]

Hello, mother.

[catatonicanon]

SON! HI HI!

[npc-kun.livejournal.com]

Perhaps you should be in bed. Breakfast in bed is... ah... traditional.

[catatonicanon]

I didn't know Mother's Day happened on Good Friday!

I hear a Barman died for their sins.

Listen, do you feel that?

The world is listing, the ship is floating South!

[npc-kun.livejournal.com]

Traditional in a general sense, mother. And the barman... he died for nothing. This is truly an odd chain of events. Quite chaotic. Even going by normal standards.