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Elf - [Action/Voice]

[Having already determined the village is full of people in the wrong shapes, Kurt wasn't all that surprised to find himself in a new body. Sure, the five fully functional fingers was new. And walking without his tail as a counterbalance was just surreal. And how on earth did people walk on their heels. No, really, the fact that really shocked him was that his entire body was monochrome. Sure, maybe his favorite actor had always been in black and white movies, but this was just... a little odd.

Nevertheless, he decides to set out and make good use of his new form. Particularly, of course, by going out and charming women with his oh-so-obviously attractive new (old) features. So if you're a pretty girl (and hopefully not too young), you'll have his attention. Or if you're just someone he knows, he'll want to show off. Later on, while having a drink (non-alcoholic!) at Good Spirit, he'll make a voice message.]

So did anyone else actually turn into something cool during this experiment?

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monochromehero. Yes, he's now Errol Flynn. 4th wall that as you will.))

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[ a member of staff shows up to take the order and anne -- playing at being the genteel young lady -- clears her throat. surely it is the gentleman's place to do the ordering? what -- she's an old fashioned kind of imaginary persona. ]

[... ah ha. Well, Kurt will try his best.]

Red wine, for the lady and I. Since the year doesn't really matter here, try and come up with the best you've got. Off you go now!

[There, that's taken care of now. He hopes.]

[ anne offers a grateful (but still aloof) smile as the woman heads off in a huff. ]

Oh, how rude. [ anne whispers to 'mister flynn' once she is out of earshot. ]

[He in turn leans in to whisper back:]

I suppose it cannot be helped. She must be envious of your beauty.

[ one flutter of her eyelashes and a serious case of flushed cheeks later: ] Are you always this fresh with the women you meet in the square, Mister Flynn?

[He leans back and brushes away some invisible dust from his other sleeve. A moment later, he sets his gaze back on her with one of those irresistible smiles that work so better when only your upper lip is fuzzy.]

Only when there's one lovely enough that I can't resist.

[ haruhi had warned anne against this kind of treatment, hadn't she? then again, as far as anne is concerned? she's no longer anne shirley. ]

Tell me about where you're from, Mister Flynn.

Have you ever heard of Hollywood, Lady Cordelia?

Is that near Truro?

California, actually. The western end of the United States. Home of the silver screen.

Oh -- America. [ is there just the slightest hint of genuine snobbery there? she's canadian. it's in her blood. idk. ] And...a whole screen made of silver? It must be worth a lot.

[He laughs at that, but not in an insulting manner.] Not quite. They are moving pictures. Much like our very own journals, but rather than for communication, we record stage shows for the whole world to be able to watch.

Oh! [ she looks a little gleeful to be understanding -- thanks, kurt. ] Films. [ she pronounces it like 'fil-ums'. and claps her hand a few times. ]

Yes, exactly. If only there was a local theater to show you one of my own films. [... you know, maybe he shouldn't be suggesting he actually IS the real Errol Flynn. Fortunately, a certain barmaid returns with their order.]

[ she accepts her own glass of wine with a tight-lipped smile as they are apparently now playing the game where they condescend to the ~~poor beleaguered and totally undeserving~~blonde bartender. ]

It is quite dull without a theatre of any kind. Why, back home I am certain that I must have gone to see a new production every week. Whether it be a tragedy or an opera or...[ she thinks for a moment. what's left? ] Or a daring tale of scintillating adventure!

[ yeah she's never been to a proper theatre. ]

Scintillating adventures with a touch of romance, that's where you'll find me.

[He stares down at his glass of wine, a little hesitant to actually drink it. He's never actually went drinking before. American laws are a lot stricter than in Germany... and his foster parents weren't ones for drinking anyway. He takes a drink, a little more than a sip, and does his best not to let the bitter taste make his face blanch.]

I confess that I have never seen one of these films on the silver screen. But I have heard tales of actors on the boards of many fine European stages.

[ she takes a dainty sip of her own and tries very carefully to keep an appraising face. it doesn't go well and her wince is quite obvious. how, exactly, had diana slurped so much of this down that ill-fated day of the tea party?

anyway -- actors are mysterious! rogues and rakes and devilishly famous heartbreakers. this puts anne on the edge of her seat. ] Have you fallen for any famous leading ladies?

There have been many leading ladies. Maybe have fallen for me, but I've yet to find the one.

[Seeing that Anne is also not enjoying the wine, he sets the glass down and turns his nose up at it.]

Clearly the wine here is as bad as I suspected, wouldn't you agree?

I believe the experts call it corked, Mister Flynn.

A pity.

[He tries another sip anyway. It's not quite as bad this time.]

[ encouraged by his sip, she takes another. her eyelids flutter at the tart taste but she otherwise maintains plenty of decorum. ]

Perhaps -- perhaps it only needs to breath.

[Since when did alcohol breathe? Man, she's got him schooled at alcohol.]

Possibly. We'll make do for now.

[ so she drinks deeply at his decision to make do and must suppress another cough. ]

So...so tart.

[He does the same, not willing to be outdone.]

Agreed. Very tart.

I'll bet their currants were out of season.

[ she spins the glass, idly. ] Or...or -- [ she trails off. ]

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