(Cerealia) [001 || Video] - 12/13
Mar. 31st, 2015 12:17 pm( post is here )
[WELL, despite the PowerPoint presentation and the huge theme park welcome and the shitty snowman that tried to fucking hug him whilst babbling about some Julius Vincere asshole, Sanji is still pretty sure that he has no idea what the hell is going on here. He escaped the carnival pretty early on (after checking every food stall for signs of his captain, you know, just in case) and managed to find his way to his...living quarters? Which are not on a ship, so he's already not a fan, no matter how comfortable they might be. He's lived on ships his entire life, okay, he's used to hearing the ocean outside and smelling the saltwater in the air when he wakes up in the morning.
Still, after a couple days of wandering around, feeling as lost as the shitty marimo and having zero luck finding anyone he recognizes, Sanji's started to accept that he might well truly be stuck here for now, so he should probably...figure out how things work.
Starting with this shitty CereVice thing.
Give him a minute, he'll probably make a couple false starts before figuring out how to get it recording.]
Oi... How the hell does this— Che, couldn't just be a shitty den den mushi, huh? Nah, gotta be this complicated fucker— Oh.
[You'll probably get a nice, up-close shot of a weird, swirly eyebrow before Sanji pulls back, blinking at the cell phone-like device. He's got a cigarette in his hand and looks faintly irritated.]
This thing on yet? [Maybe? HOPEFULLY?] ...Yo. The name's Sanji. I'm a cook, one of the best you're ever gonna meet, which...
[He glances at something off camera for a moment, his brow furrowing.]
I guess is gonna become real obvious soon if you're into...ehh, cooking shows?
[Who knows. He doesn't really get it yet, but apparently he's gonna be on TV soon. So.
Sanji looks back at the camera.]
I kinda don't really get what the shit is going on, so anyone who's got a better grasp on the situation wanna clue me in? [Pauses for a beat.] Also, if you see any idiots running around wearing a straw hat, direct 'em to me.
[And finally, he lets the corner of his mouth tug upwards into half a grin.]
Ladies~ Forgive the harsh introduction. I'll do better when we meet in person!
[WELL, despite the PowerPoint presentation and the huge theme park welcome and the shitty snowman that tried to fucking hug him whilst babbling about some Julius Vincere asshole, Sanji is still pretty sure that he has no idea what the hell is going on here. He escaped the carnival pretty early on (after checking every food stall for signs of his captain, you know, just in case) and managed to find his way to his...living quarters? Which are not on a ship, so he's already not a fan, no matter how comfortable they might be. He's lived on ships his entire life, okay, he's used to hearing the ocean outside and smelling the saltwater in the air when he wakes up in the morning.
Still, after a couple days of wandering around, feeling as lost as the shitty marimo and having zero luck finding anyone he recognizes, Sanji's started to accept that he might well truly be stuck here for now, so he should probably...figure out how things work.
Starting with this shitty CereVice thing.
Give him a minute, he'll probably make a couple false starts before figuring out how to get it recording.]
Oi... How the hell does this— Che, couldn't just be a shitty den den mushi, huh? Nah, gotta be this complicated fucker— Oh.
[You'll probably get a nice, up-close shot of a weird, swirly eyebrow before Sanji pulls back, blinking at the cell phone-like device. He's got a cigarette in his hand and looks faintly irritated.]
This thing on yet? [Maybe? HOPEFULLY?] ...Yo. The name's Sanji. I'm a cook, one of the best you're ever gonna meet, which...
[He glances at something off camera for a moment, his brow furrowing.]
I guess is gonna become real obvious soon if you're into...ehh, cooking shows?
[Who knows. He doesn't really get it yet, but apparently he's gonna be on TV soon. So.
Sanji looks back at the camera.]
I kinda don't really get what the shit is going on, so anyone who's got a better grasp on the situation wanna clue me in? [Pauses for a beat.] Also, if you see any idiots running around wearing a straw hat, direct 'em to me.
[And finally, he lets the corner of his mouth tug upwards into half a grin.]
Ladies~ Forgive the harsh introduction. I'll do better when we meet in person!