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shellphones2024-10-03 01:20 am
gruffier) wrote in shellphones2024-10-03 01:20 am
Video 🔥❄️ A Special Announcement
Type: Video
Sender ID: Clive Rosfield (gruffier) and Jill Warrick (tilfrosset)
To: Public to everyone!
Subject: The two lovebirds have something important they'd like to say.
Warnings: They're being disgusting. Seriously.
[The feed opens to a blurry image of poorly jostled movements. Sounds of rattling scraping against the speaker of the shellphone indicates an attempt to prop it against something solid. Finally, after a few more moments (got to get the angle just right!) the image clears, revealing not one- but two faces on the other side of the screen.
Clive and Jill, at your service!]
Good day, everyone. [Clive begins, his back straight and voice almost mirroring an authoritative tone. However, despite how rigid he looks, the man was smiling. His scarred face wrinkled with creases of a genuine gleam as he looks to Jill before finally returning to address the camera.] We thought it proper to give a formal announcement…
[ He’s not the only one who’s smiling. Jill is too, though much less rigid in her posture. Her shoulders are relaxed, looking as if someone has taken a large load off of them for one and together the pair make a picture of two giddy schoolkids up to no good. She reaches out for his hand, taking it into hers, and clasping it tightly before addressing the camera as well. The measure of support they give one another is obvious and what they have to say shouldn’t come as much of a surprise if given a little thought to how much they mean to each other.. ]
Not only proper, but more… efficient in this manner. Rather than leave it to the winds to carry the message, we want to tell all that we know at once.
[ She glances back over at Clive with expectant eyes, wondering if she should say it or if he should. But on second thought, she shakes her head and decides not to force the man of few words to come up with the entire message. ]
We would like to officially announce our betrothment.
[ Now that the main message is out there for all and sundry, she gives the floor back to Clive. ]
Yes. [Clive listens and nods along with a fondness on his face to that of a beggar receiving an abundance of gil. He holds Jill’s hand tightly in return, giving a look of a man clearly in love, before eventually offering the camera a half glance.]
Thank you for the kindness you have shown Jill and I. We pray that you will continue to support us as we take our next steps— [Annnd just like that his gaze leaves the camera completely and back onto Jill, dripping his head slightly.] —together.
Yes… Together.
[ Because that’s how they always do things, isn’t it? That much is certain with how she shifts to face him fully, to take in the man she loves with every bit of her soul. Apologies to anyone having to suffer through this. The shellphone and whoever is watching this broadcast no longer exist in her world; just the two of them remain at this moment. A moment more than well earned in two lives that were once full of nothing but strife and pain.]
Sender ID: Clive Rosfield (gruffier) and Jill Warrick (tilfrosset)
To: Public to everyone!
Subject: The two lovebirds have something important they'd like to say.
Warnings: They're being disgusting. Seriously.
[The feed opens to a blurry image of poorly jostled movements. Sounds of rattling scraping against the speaker of the shellphone indicates an attempt to prop it against something solid. Finally, after a few more moments (got to get the angle just right!) the image clears, revealing not one- but two faces on the other side of the screen.
Clive and Jill, at your service!]
Good day, everyone. [Clive begins, his back straight and voice almost mirroring an authoritative tone. However, despite how rigid he looks, the man was smiling. His scarred face wrinkled with creases of a genuine gleam as he looks to Jill before finally returning to address the camera.] We thought it proper to give a formal announcement…
[ He’s not the only one who’s smiling. Jill is too, though much less rigid in her posture. Her shoulders are relaxed, looking as if someone has taken a large load off of them for one and together the pair make a picture of two giddy schoolkids up to no good. She reaches out for his hand, taking it into hers, and clasping it tightly before addressing the camera as well. The measure of support they give one another is obvious and what they have to say shouldn’t come as much of a surprise if given a little thought to how much they mean to each other.. ]
Not only proper, but more… efficient in this manner. Rather than leave it to the winds to carry the message, we want to tell all that we know at once.
[ She glances back over at Clive with expectant eyes, wondering if she should say it or if he should. But on second thought, she shakes her head and decides not to force the man of few words to come up with the entire message. ]
We would like to officially announce our betrothment.
[ Now that the main message is out there for all and sundry, she gives the floor back to Clive. ]
Yes. [Clive listens and nods along with a fondness on his face to that of a beggar receiving an abundance of gil. He holds Jill’s hand tightly in return, giving a look of a man clearly in love, before eventually offering the camera a half glance.]
Thank you for the kindness you have shown Jill and I. We pray that you will continue to support us as we take our next steps— [Annnd just like that his gaze leaves the camera completely and back onto Jill, dripping his head slightly.] —together.
Yes… Together.
[ Because that’s how they always do things, isn’t it? That much is certain with how she shifts to face him fully, to take in the man she loves with every bit of her soul. Apologies to anyone having to suffer through this. The shellphone and whoever is watching this broadcast no longer exist in her world; just the two of them remain at this moment. A moment more than well earned in two lives that were once full of nothing but strife and pain.]
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[Not when she spent so many years thinking of herself as monster, unlovable and undesirable.]
Or that I even deserved it.
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[While Mid doesn't know everything that they'd been through, she knows enough. Having both Rosfield brothers and Jill be happy was really all she had wanted, along with their vision following in her father's footsteps becoming a reality for all Bearers. One had happened, but now it was time for Josh, Clive, and Jill to all get the happiness they deserved.]
So if I can do anythin' that will make a special day for you even more special, I'm gonna do it.
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[Though she knows she can't stop this girl and her hammer to idiots.]
All I really want are the flowers. Any kind, though feel free to pick some you like as well. You'll be the one scattering them after all.
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[While Mid is no stranger to grins, she does burst into a big, genuine smile— she loves everyone from the Hideaway, everyone who has been good to her in some way, and Clive and Jill are two of the Most Important to Midadol.]
Though I do have a question, since I want t' be as prim an' proper as possible.
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[Certainly that is not the question, but Jill can't help but take the opportunity to rib Mid a little.]
Go ahead and ask.
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[She always does ANYWAY, geez!!! But her joking smile that had followed that shrinks into a more... not embarrassed, but kind of shy? Definitely out of her element here, so...]
Will you... help me pick out a nice dress for it all? I don't really know all o' that, and you're the most ladylike lady I know.
[Yes, Benedikta is here too, but Benna is the one you go to if you want to absolutely slay a look. Ladylike Princess? That's Jill, to Mid, and she'd like to get that same look and feel, even if it's just for a day.]
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[For all Jill was once convinced she was nothing but a monster, hearing Mid call her a lady is touching. She was certainly raised to in the manners of being one and those habits are hard to break, but she knows Mid means more than just being a lady who wears nice dresses, especially coming from a young girl who never seems to ask for help.]
I don't know much about the fashion here, but I can still help find something appropriate I think. We'll just have to see what the seamstresses have on display or maybe even commission something just for you.
[Which Jill will pay for of course. Who expects their flower girl to pony up for the dress?]
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Just don't make it too frilly. [Mostly a joke, but Mid's pretty sure that Jill probably knows her fairly well by now.] But I'd like that, havin' something you picked out for me for your day. Oh, but when are you an' Clive thinkin' of doing the deed? [....that was a choice of words but uh] You know, the whole wedding thing?
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[Also a joke. She wouldn't dare wear all that herself, much less stuff Mid into it.
As for those choice of words, luckily it flies right over Jill's head. She hasn't quite gotten the grasp of these youngins' slang and that's a good thing. Denji and Ranma's already gotten into their intimate business.]
We haven't decided yet. Neither of us has any experience in planning a wedding, regardless of the size, so I wouldn't expect anything for another moon or two.
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Lace an' flowers an' pearls? You mad? They'd be ripped to shreds that way! But once you know, let me know so I have a hard deadline to find yer flowers by. I'm sure I can find somethin' appropriate that'll make you smile so much between them and Clive, your cheeks'll be sore for a whole week.
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[Honestly, someone might need to shove the man into a suit and make sure he shows up instead of hiding away from the inevitable crowd.]
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[Mid gives one large grin before the video feed shuts off, and Mid begins her search for the most perfect flowers for Jill — only the best for her and Clive.]