Elf - [Action/Voice]

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[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?

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

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[monochromehero.livejournal.com]

Let's. [He offers an arm for her to hook around, so he can escort her there in style.]

[oldvienna.livejournal.com]

[ and she graciously takes this arm, settling into a patient pace with him. not the kind of rushed distraction that had characterized their trip to the library. ]

[monochromehero.livejournal.com]

[Those were different people going for a children's book. These are refined, cultured adults. Once at the tavern, he holds the door open for her to go inside first, as any good gentleman would.]

[oldvienna.livejournal.com]

[ yes. refined adults walking with grace and patience and probably cutting a very romantic figure as they cross the square. she sweeps her way inside, letting the hem of her dress fall once past the door. ]

How charming.

[monochromehero.livejournal.com]

I've been in cleaner, finer establishments. But we don't have much of a choice here, do we?

[He fakes a disdainful look at the place, then heads towards one of the tables and pulls out a seat for her.]

[oldvienna.livejournal.com]

Oh, Mister Flynn. [ she gently squeezes his elbow in a sign of gracious, adult affection. ] It isn't so bad. It has a kind of rustic je ne sais quoi about it.

[monochromehero.livejournal.com]

[He spares her a fleeting, oh so mature smile before taking his place across from her.] True enough. I only hope the wine is of better quality.

[oldvienna.livejournal.com]

[ she drops the hood of her cloak and gently attends to the state of her fine, dark hair with tentative fingers. as if it would all disappear in a moment if she is not careful. ]

Perhaps they make their own and we will be the lucky two to uncover a gem in the rough.

[monochromehero.livejournal.com]

Given the quality of the staff, we'd have to be extremely fortunate for that to happen.

[He rests a hand on the table and drums his fingers. Very meticulously. Having five fingers is a novel experience to him and he does this not because he's impatient, but because it's an amazing sensation.]

[oldvienna.livejournal.com]

It is a bit strange for such a fresh-faced blonde to be working at a job as unsavoury as this.

[ she undoes the clasp at her throat, folding the cloak over the back of the chair. ] But I do hope they have currant wine.

[monochromehero.livejournal.com]

[He knows all of nothing about wine, but...]

It would be a poor establishment if they didn't.

[oldvienna.livejournal.com]

[ 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. ]

[monochromehero.livejournal.com]

[... 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.]

[oldvienna.livejournal.com]

[ 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. ]

[monochromehero.livejournal.com]

[He in turn leans in to whisper back:]

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

[oldvienna.livejournal.com]

[ 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?

[monochromehero.livejournal.com]

[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.

[oldvienna.livejournal.com]

[ 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.

[monochromehero.livejournal.com]

Have you ever heard of Hollywood, Lady Cordelia?

[oldvienna.livejournal.com]

Is that near Truro?

[monochromehero.livejournal.com]

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

[oldvienna.livejournal.com]

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.

[monochromehero.livejournal.com]

[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.

[oldvienna.livejournal.com]

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. ]

[monochromehero.livejournal.com]

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.]