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[video] un: linneus.
Hello every… ah, anyone who might see this. My name is Linneus. I... am not sure if this is working.
[leaving comments on other people’s posts is one thing, but putting his own out is quite another, and there’s a certain degree of nervousness that hasn’t been present in his everyday interactions, accentuated by the fact that he is clearly chilled and just about holding off a shiver]
I was hoping perhaps someone might be able to help. Someone in Olympia, that is. You see I returned from Wyver just now and-- well, look.
[the shift in camera angle is clumsy, but eventually he steadies the device on his surroundings. A broken-in window, the snow blown inside in small drifts. As he pans it’s clear that what little home he had started to make for himself has been quite overturned, covers tossed back and pulled off beds, cupboards and shelves standing empty, but he doesn’t linger too long on those. His main focus is on the window, one hand reaching into frame to gesture as he draws closer]
I can manage much of the housework and the cleaning, but it’s this is the trouble - it’s sort of a sash window, but it draws to the side instead of up. [a careful tug - broken glass notwithstanding, it’s clearly stuck open] I’m not sure I can manage to take it off its track by itself - I think the glass will break further if I try. But I hoped someone might try and help me with finding a replacement and perhaps fitting it?
[turning the camera back on himself, a slightly shy smile.]
I should forewarn that I may not be capable of instant repayment, but I would consider myself in your debt and endeavour to do what I can. I… await any reply, even if you’ve only advice to offer, but I shan’t be instantaneous in my replies, you understand. I have no small amount of cleaning up of my own to do…
[leaving comments on other people’s posts is one thing, but putting his own out is quite another, and there’s a certain degree of nervousness that hasn’t been present in his everyday interactions, accentuated by the fact that he is clearly chilled and just about holding off a shiver]
I was hoping perhaps someone might be able to help. Someone in Olympia, that is. You see I returned from Wyver just now and-- well, look.
[the shift in camera angle is clumsy, but eventually he steadies the device on his surroundings. A broken-in window, the snow blown inside in small drifts. As he pans it’s clear that what little home he had started to make for himself has been quite overturned, covers tossed back and pulled off beds, cupboards and shelves standing empty, but he doesn’t linger too long on those. His main focus is on the window, one hand reaching into frame to gesture as he draws closer]
I can manage much of the housework and the cleaning, but it’s this is the trouble - it’s sort of a sash window, but it draws to the side instead of up. [a careful tug - broken glass notwithstanding, it’s clearly stuck open] I’m not sure I can manage to take it off its track by itself - I think the glass will break further if I try. But I hoped someone might try and help me with finding a replacement and perhaps fitting it?
[turning the camera back on himself, a slightly shy smile.]
I should forewarn that I may not be capable of instant repayment, but I would consider myself in your debt and endeavour to do what I can. I… await any reply, even if you’ve only advice to offer, but I shan’t be instantaneous in my replies, you understand. I have no small amount of cleaning up of my own to do…
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Butlers... don't build bridges.
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[He's clearly reliving an experience over here.]
Forget what I said. I have something I need you to do once you're done with the window.
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[calling you out in your own post]
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Fair, fair. I will do that. Thank you for the offer.
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[Don't laugh at this horse? He's not sure if he's being laughed at or not. He hates that.]
And don't thank me either. I'm not doing you a favor, I'm just making sure you get something to eat.
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[he'll pull it together. Not laughing at Dylas, so much as the
horseman's estimation of him]Perhaps so, yes. But you didn't have to.
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[He pauses abruptly to change course.]
...it'd be annoying if you came back to ask for help with food tomorrow. I'm saving everyone a headache.
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[not in the sense of what he wants, he gets]
I rarely even ask once.
[he has a bit of a prideful streak that often keeps him from asking for help when he needs it]
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[But his reasoning was only a flimsy lie, anyways. He doesn't want to take any credit for being helpful at all.]
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[He's obviously teasing. Dylas doesn't get to do that much, so he hopes it comes through in his tone.]
Where I'm from, the year ends as it starts to snow. So maybe you've only got about a month before you can start asking for favours again.
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[that earns him a chuckle. He's seen plenty of adversity, despite appearances.]
I'm not sure how fair that is, to ward people off of helping me, but as I don't expect I shall be asking anyway, it mightn't make too much difference.
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[But he feels like maybe things can start to get back to normal, or at least...a new normal.]
It's not very fair at all. But now that I know you're not some rich kid I'm sure you can handle whatever comes next.
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[he's teasing, though. He doesn't expect help - he hasn't for a long time]
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[He assumed, and he's sort of sorry for it.]
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[his own money to spend, control over his own time...]
It has been an adjustment.
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