[Remember that beard Badou had a couple days ago? Well it's still there, now parted into two neat long braids. He's got a cigarette hanging from his lips, and he's singing more than a bit off key. When he speaks it's in a gruff put-on pirate voice.] Yo-ho-ho and a dead man's chest.

Avast, me hearties! Whar be the cigarette machine? Batton down the hatches and bring me a light! I've a hankering for--

[He drops the accent, with a dismissive wave of his hand. He still definitely looks the part though. Only thing missing is a parrot on his shoulder.] Eh, forget it. Talk like a pirate day isn't for another month.

So, uh...where is everyone?

[He looks around, a tinge of worry showing through the flippant exterior.] This place is even worse than usual without anyone around.

Heine? Nellie? Misao? ...Creepy psychotic doctor lady? .....Anyone?

[The video flicks on to show...Badou?

Well, he's practically unrecognizable at the moment, but yes, it's him. The red hair gives it away. Even more red hair than usual. And a beard. A LONG beard. A beard that hangs down to practically to his chest. A beard that would do Gandalf proud. It's as red as his hair, just far far more bushy.

He's rubbing the back of his neck and then reaching for a cigarette, which he lights and takes a long drag on before wiping the sleep from his eyes and reaching for his eye patch. As he moves his hair out of his face to put it on, the words written on his forehead (apparently in permanent marker) are clearly legible. They read: LAZY BUM.

After a moment he scratches his chin. When he speaks, his voice is scratchy and rough, like he hasn't spoken in, well, weeks (which he hasn't).]

Man, can't a guy take a little nap in peace around here? I just lay down for a few minutes.... [He clears his throat, but it still sounds scratchy anyway.]

So uh, hey, is anyone going back to the carnival tonight? It wasn't such a bad time yesterday, ya know, and it beats sitting around here doing nothing.


[OOC: Jumping onto the veeeeery tail end of the fairytale event--this here's Badou in Rip Van Winkle style. (The Washington Irving story, not the Hellsing character.) He's been asleep for the better part of 8 weeks, but he thinks that only a few hours have passed. Oh, and that writing on his forehead? Yeah, he doesn't know that's there yet.)]

[ There's the sound of heavy but muffled footsteps, a door opening that suddenly makes said steps a lot clearer, especially as they seem to be headed directly toward the microphone of the device. When they stop there's a noise that is suspiciously like shoving, then a rather ungraceful sounding thud a vocal protest somewhat like "D'o-ffff--!" and a voice that is unmistakably Badou's saying something that sounds a bit like "You could've just fucking asked, y'know!". The voice that follows is decidedly not Badou. ]

Naoto. I need you to do something.


[ooc: Confused? After this, Heine tried to use his device even though it's definately broken. So, once again, he's thefting Badou's. Journal hijack done with permission from Badou-mun roomie and all replies from Heine will still come from his own journal :B Badou, for obvious reasons, will not be replying. ]

Hey, so what do you think happens if you wrap yourself in red tape?

Shit.

Well so much for waking up and finding out all that crap last night was just a dream.

[Mutters, almost inaudibly] God damn it, I knew it wasn't really him to begin with. Fucking stupid thing to do...

[A deep sigh] Fuck, my cigarettes were in those pants....





Hey, does anybody have any smokes?

Yeah, so I might've fallen asleep with a lot of things in my mouth--no, not those kinda things, but cigarette kinds of things, sure--but I know I didn't fall asleep sucking on a cinnamon candy. Pretty damn sure there was an orchestra too...

[Sound of a lighter flicking open, then clinking closed, and a deep inhalation like a drag on a cigarette.]

Anyway, is there anyone out there picking this up? I was gonna go have a look around, but I've got a kind of weird feeling about this....

[Mutters to himself] What's up with all this red tape all over everything?

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