turn out the lights; wake up in your dreams

//backdated to 10.07.2011
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[when the video feed flickers on, it appears to be rocking.

there’s a chuckle, here. and without the rocking, one can hear the subtle sounds of running water in the background. slowly, the video feed turns from an invigorating view of the drywall down towards the floor.

spread along the hallway are seventy-six cacti in all of their prickly glory, ribbons connecting them in a distinct pattern. when you connect the pots, they spell thus:

happy birthday

… of course he wouldn’t be conventional about it. there’s another lull as the operator allows for the viewer to enjoy (dubiously) his art, before the video feed turns to his smiling face. Fuji looks amiable. he is wearing a party hat. he puts his finger to his lips conspiratorially. a single word, hush--]

Listen.

[the video feed then turns dubiously to what appears to be the door to the washroom. the gentle sounds of running water intensifies, a mild murmur. however, if you take the time to quiet yourselves down and listen closely, there seems to be a hum intermixed with the sound of running water. melodic and shy, it sounds almost as if…

someone’s singing in the shower?

( can you imagine Fuji’s amused grin ) there’s a few moments of this, before both water and music stop in one fell swoop. the operator then takes the time to point the camera’s angle upwards, towards the upper-half of the door. a few brief moments of shuffling—Fuji’s quiet voice brimming with amusement.]

Ah, any moment now. It's time for the show. Are we all ready?

[with that rhetorical question, the door to the bathroom suddenly swings open.

>> first comes the steam from the shower.

>> next comes Tezuka Kunimitsu, his glasses fogged and misty.

the moment the older boy turns his general field of vision down towards the camera, there’s a loud pop, followed by a shower of streamers. his eyebrow shoots up above the hairline, just as the last bits of confetti settle in his wet hair.

Fuji’s grin is palpable, even behind the screen.]

Happy Birthday, Tezuka.

[and before Tezuka's reaction is properly recorded, the feed ends-- just like that]

[when the video flickers on, you get a lovely image of a Fuji smiling lightly into the camera. for those of you who actually know him well -- the number of which you can possibly count on one hand and still have plenty of fingers left over -- you'll see that he's just a tad more tired than usual. a bit weary. still entirely cheerful, though.

though it doesn't take someone who knows him well to notice the large, red, hand-sized imprint on the right side of his face.

he rubs at the print absently before addressing the camera cheerily.]

Well, I suppose that didn't work out all-too well. But it could've gone worse, all things considered. Maybe I should feel fairly lucky that she didn't end up aiming for anywhere else.

Ah-- I did have a point to this. [a wry glance off-camera here] Mm, for anyone in Goldenrod, would it be too much to ask if one of you kind, thoughtful Samaritan types could send over a riding saddle? [laughingly--] I'd also add in a riding crop to that request, but I think that might be a little too risqué at the moment.

You'll be compensated for your trouble, of course. It's a bit of a short notice, but I think this might help with the current situation. [and here, a thoughtful hum] I'm not sure if I feel up for a whole collection of these welts -- red's really not my colour, is it.

[a pause, here, distracted, and he laughs, a little.] But it's true that Cianwood is the land of the beaches and sunshine, huh. It's a shame that we can't stay here for a bit longer.

[and on that absent note, he nods to the video, and it cuts.]



[action]

[here you have the classic rendition of a Fuji in a tree, glancing up at the sky with an exasperated expression on his face. note that he is currently shoeless, and looks to be socks-less as well, for that matter. the red welt is still there on his face, along with another one on his forearm -- he's nursing the former absently.

clearly he is quite approachable.]



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