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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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[ 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. ]

Or a fake. Malnosso meddling and such.

[Well what do you know? His glass is empty. Should he go for more?]

Would they be so crass?

[ she drains her glass. pretend it's juice. then she bustles to top both of their glasses back up from the bottle. ] I suppose it would be a shame to let it go to waste.

After how many other things they've done? Nevertheless, I was thinking the same.

[With his glass refilled, he'll just go for another sip.]

[ she laughs in spite of the bad taste, although... ] The second glass isn't so bad, Mister Flynn.

[ her cheeks have developed a full boozy blush, now. this would be the first time anne has ever drank. ]

I think you're right about that, Lady Cordelia.

[He's smiling a bit more than before. And not just the self satisfied smirk anymore.]

Perhaps it is one of those things that needs an acquired taste -- and we are acquiring.

And doing great at it. We must be... awesome.

[He's running out of fancy words. Oops.]

[ tapping her chin again. ] I am not so sure that we inspire awe. Unless -- oh, Mister Flynn. Are you speaking hyperbolically?

[ are her eyes lighting up? ]

[Is he what?]

... yes?

I knew it! One can always appreciate a fine use of hyperbole.

[ oh, she is drinking deeply as standard now. ]

Although awesome... that means it's great, or cool.

[His American accent is starting to slip a bit now. As he finishes off his glass, he refills both of their glasses.]

So -- you could say that the weather outside, today, is awesome?

[ because it's cool!

either way, her speech is slightly slurred. ]

What? No, no. The weather outside is completely lame. But the way you look is totally cool.

[ she laughs -- clear, unfettered. happy. ]

You are so very odd! [ and then, concerned that he may be insulted, she leans a palm on the table and inclines her head. ] I mean...odd can be quite cool. [ she tests the word out. ]

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