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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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[Jill's seen Clive at a loss for words before, but the idea of him in that state because of her in a wedding dress is still so foreign.]
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A smile suits his face. Blushing or not.
[He nods. He's so proud of them...]
But I cannot wait to see you looking beautiful on your special day as well, Jill.
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[That compliment has her dipping her head down, now the victim of said blushing. Between him and Mid, Jill will be that blushing bride whether she wants to be or not.]
I haven't even given much thought to a dress yet, Joshua.
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[He smiles. He's so... proud of them!!]
As for your dress, I'm sure there is time to look. I might not be the best one to ask for an opinion on ladies dresses but...
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[If you have anything to say Joshua, say it! She knows nothing about fashion and needs all the help she can get!]
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[He knows that's mostly a ladies task but he wants to be a helpful little brother.]
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[And Joshua does? But desperate times call for desperate measures and he did offer.]
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[They'll figure it out together!!!]
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[But Benedikta. The last thing Jill would expect from that woman is anything emotional, much less support.]
Do you think I can trust you to tell me the truth if a dress I pick is ill-fitting? Or will you just smile and nod and say that whatever I want will do?
[She's laughing, teasing her little brother like only she can.]
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I believe that question is a slippery slope... If I'm entirely honest, I might go with whatever makes you the happiest. And in that case, I'm sure you could find a more honest opinion in Lady Benedikta than me.
[But he can still come along to be there!! Truth be told, Benedikta is probably the best, most honest person to ask about fashion... She would absolutely tell people how it exactly is.]
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[Jill laughs again, both at him throwing her to the wolf and him calling her Lady Benedikta. No matter how full of strife their relations with her (friendship? Jill isn't sure what to call what they, she and Clive, have with that woman), Joshua will always take the polite noble route. It is to be expected from a princely sort of man.]
Maybe you would better suited in helping your brother pick something proper to wear for the ceremony. And making sure he shows up and doesn't escape the social event halfway through.
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Perhaps you are correct in that assumption. [He smiles and gives a little nod.] I do have something I'd like to request for Clive to wear, actually. If he'll have it.
[As much as he wants to help, it probably is better if he leaves lady things to the ladies.]