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citynet2023-11-05 10:31 pm
perfectdevil) wrote in citynet2023-11-05 10:31 pm
video; un: thevampirelestat
[ The screen opens up to a black imitation Chesterfield couch in pride of place at the centre of the screen. On it sits a young man of seemingly around twenty years old, dressed in a half unbuttoned black shirt and silver waistcoat, tight black slacks and shining black boots with golden toe caps; his long legs crossed elegantly before him, he lifts his wrist in a light wave of greeting toward the viewfinder. ]
Good evening, everyone. Lestat here.
[ A flourish of his other hand, a widespread sweep as if he'd just announced something very impressive, and then he leans forward with the manner one might take when speaking to a dear friend, rather than addressing a network of mostly strangers. ]
I've been thinking, mes trรจs chers, as I am often known to do: it's my birthday soon, and though I'd love nothing more than to throw some grand shindig and invite all of you, I have it from a reputable source that it might not be the best idea given the way the last party we were all invited to turned out for a lot of us.
[ In the background, another figure can be seen through the entranceway leading to the kitchen, though this man seems much less prepared to be on show to the entire network as he goes about taking off his gardening gloves and placing the tools he'd been using into the sink. He emerges a moment or two later with two freshly potted plants in his hands, which he deposits somewhere off-screen, before returning and taking his place at Lestat's side. ]
That, and, if I'm being honest... I'm feeling strangely low-key about it this year. All I really want to do is sit in the comfortable velvet seats of a quaint little movie theater and watch something new. I've heard of the media store opening soon, of course, but I'll be another year older weeks before its doors open. Instead of wasting time browsing once I'm inside, I thought instead that I might rely on the knowledge of the masses, so-to-speak, and get a few recommendations before that time comes.
So, I come to you with a question, my beloved City: what is your favourite movie? Tell me the plot, describe to me your favourite scene, tell me how your favourite actor 'eats up' every role they play โ truly, anything goes. If you don't have films in the world you are from, perhaps tell me your favourite story, and maybe while I'm inside the media store I can keep my eye out for an adaptation of it for you.
[ His eyes naturally slide to his side, to his patient companion, and a smile curls his mouth. ]
And, if you're interested in something a little more challenging... Louis is here, too, and he can be frightfully picky. If you manage to genuinely pique his interest, then you'll really impress me.
Good evening, everyone. Lestat here.
[ A flourish of his other hand, a widespread sweep as if he'd just announced something very impressive, and then he leans forward with the manner one might take when speaking to a dear friend, rather than addressing a network of mostly strangers. ]
I've been thinking, mes trรจs chers, as I am often known to do: it's my birthday soon, and though I'd love nothing more than to throw some grand shindig and invite all of you, I have it from a reputable source that it might not be the best idea given the way the last party we were all invited to turned out for a lot of us.
[ In the background, another figure can be seen through the entranceway leading to the kitchen, though this man seems much less prepared to be on show to the entire network as he goes about taking off his gardening gloves and placing the tools he'd been using into the sink. He emerges a moment or two later with two freshly potted plants in his hands, which he deposits somewhere off-screen, before returning and taking his place at Lestat's side. ]
That, and, if I'm being honest... I'm feeling strangely low-key about it this year. All I really want to do is sit in the comfortable velvet seats of a quaint little movie theater and watch something new. I've heard of the media store opening soon, of course, but I'll be another year older weeks before its doors open. Instead of wasting time browsing once I'm inside, I thought instead that I might rely on the knowledge of the masses, so-to-speak, and get a few recommendations before that time comes.
So, I come to you with a question, my beloved City: what is your favourite movie? Tell me the plot, describe to me your favourite scene, tell me how your favourite actor 'eats up' every role they play โ truly, anything goes. If you don't have films in the world you are from, perhaps tell me your favourite story, and maybe while I'm inside the media store I can keep my eye out for an adaptation of it for you.
[ His eyes naturally slide to his side, to his patient companion, and a smile curls his mouth. ]
And, if you're interested in something a little more challenging... Louis is here, too, and he can be frightfully picky. If you manage to genuinely pique his interest, then you'll really impress me.
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Like go see all your friends one-by-one or in small groups and do an activity with them and then move on to the next, so it's not technically a party, but it's more like a... birthday...
[ Hm. ]
... Train?
[ She'll get to the movie thing eventually. ]
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[ The fact of the matter is that Lestat knows a lot of people at this point, but not to the point he's certain if any of them would accept a house visit. Nor does he even, really, know where any of them live. He supposes he could hit up their inboxes, but oh, is there anything more shameful than a man scrounging for attention on his own birthday?
The whole point of a party is the social lubricant, the expectation of being at the centre of attention, not having to go look for it. But, oh well. ]
It isn't like I'm desperately missing a party, either way. I held one of my own recently, in fact, for Louis.
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[ She has literally only just met Louis, but she's already bright-eyed with intrigue. What kind of party? Was it super fancy? A grand shindig, as he'd put it?
She's already pondering what kind of gift to get a fancy vampire man, but maybe she'll get some ideas just from continuing to talk to him. ]
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[ And what a night it had been. A little tense in places, but only the product of his own foolish habit of not tying up his loose ends. But no matter, he'd still enjoyed himself and Louis had even managed to acquiesce that he'd had a good time. ]
Louis isn't the biggest fan of parties, especially not ones where he's the main attraction, and had a face on with me for some time about it... but he soon warmed up, which I think is a testament to how grand my party planning skills truly are.
[ And the fact that Louis is pretty crazy about him but. Mostly his party skills. Definitely. ]
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I think maybe it had more to do with you doing it for him than the party? [ Especially if Louis doesn't seem to be a fan of parties or being the center of attention? Which, hilariously, seems to be the opposite of the vibe she gets from Lestat, but maybe it's true that opposites attract. ]
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[ He smiles, just a bit, because despite the two of them often being attached at the hip, he doesn't really hear people draw attention to their relationship all that often... and he can't deny that it feels nice. ]
Perhaps you're right. Maybe in the next two hundred years he'll confess some day that he likes to be spoilt in that way. [ A little laugh. ] Though, I doubt it.
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Well, but that doesn't matter right now. Somewhere in the point of two completely different life spans, she's been able to meet and befriend Lestat. Isn't that the better thing to focus on? Isn't it kind of amazing? That's how it feels to her, at the very least. ]
With plenty of rest stops for quiet things too, of course.