A Flat In Brighton, Sunday Afternoon
Jan. 18th, 2009 12:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dark_slippy_thingAnd that was that! With the holiday season over, things had gotten a little more quiet around the home of Valentine, Namine, and little Mr. Bojangles.
Which, of course, meant there was plenty of time between work and the theatre for Valentine to come up with insane schemes involving too much spare time, a cast of unwitting extras, and a crack-movie franchise that would possibly never die.
A grin on his face, he dialed his costume mistress (Ah, Sokka), to share his beautiful, beautiful inspiration!
And later, when he wound up with that odd message on his machine, he would have to return it, of course.
[NFB for distance, alas, but I had to get Valentine in on this. Open for the girl, of course, and anyone who would like to phone, be it the right number or otherwise!]
Which, of course, meant there was plenty of time between work and the theatre for Valentine to come up with insane schemes involving too much spare time, a cast of unwitting extras, and a crack-movie franchise that would possibly never die.
A grin on his face, he dialed his costume mistress (Ah, Sokka), to share his beautiful, beautiful inspiration!
And later, when he wound up with that odd message on his machine, he would have to return it, of course.
[NFB for distance, alas, but I had to get Valentine in on this. Open for the girl, of course, and anyone who would like to phone, be it the right number or otherwise!]
