Stephen Stills (
totallyinaband) wrote2011-10-23 03:41 pm
#43 - [accidental video]
[The video feed opens to the Stills/Nordegraf kitchen, looking in a little more of a state than usual. Various food items are all piled up on the counter, and the garbage bin is out on the floor, filled to the top with opened packages. Stephen can be seen half-buried in the open fridge. He leans out, a sponge in hand, and uses his wrist to push his hair back from his face. He looks frazzled - alright more frazzled than usual. He tossed the sponge into the sink and starts rounding up all the food on the counter, giving each one a cursory sniff and tossing a few more in the garbage.]
Neil! What did I tell you about keeping an eye on the freaking food you buy! Half this stuff reeks!
[He sniffs at an open package of bacon. For a moment something other than disgust passes over his features. Something almost... desiring. It only lasts a moment, however, and he ends up throwing the whole package in the bin.]
And it's your turn to take out the trash!
[He glances up and notices the blinking light on his device.]
Oh, for fuck's sake!
[He reaches forward, and the feed ends.]
Neil! What did I tell you about keeping an eye on the freaking food you buy! Half this stuff reeks!
[He sniffs at an open package of bacon. For a moment something other than disgust passes over his features. Something almost... desiring. It only lasts a moment, however, and he ends up throwing the whole package in the bin.]
And it's your turn to take out the trash!
[He glances up and notices the blinking light on his device.]
Oh, for fuck's sake!
[He reaches forward, and the feed ends.]

[action.]
[Neil trudges reluctantly into the kitchen just in time to see the bacon get tossed in the bin. A look of horror settles on his face.]
Dude, what the frak?!
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I don't smell anything, man.
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Just smells like a bunch of normal food.
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THE WIT IS TOO MUCH FOR ME
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[video]
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[Wait a second...]
Huh?
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Humans. Are. Weird. [Is that a fin flicking around in the background behind Charlie, Stephen?]
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action?
[ Faith waves the six-pack around in the air while she leans in the doorway. It's probably not even up to your Canadian standards anyway, bro... ]
Re: action?
[Stephen smiles a little apologetically and pushes his hair back again before starting to load the few food items he has left into the fridge.]
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[ Hmph. Faith will perch herself up on the ocunter. And crack open two beers, offering one to Mr. Clean. ]
So what's with the neat freak routine, Stills? Gotta date coming over?
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[Stephen takes the beer and smiles a little before taking a swig of it.]
Believe me, I don't have to worry about that. If you've ever seen Curt's place, you'd understand.
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[ And a nod of understanding, with a teasing grin for follow-up. ]
Messy boyfriend, huh? He's a rockstar, though, right? Par for the course, I'd say.
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[ Shrug. ]
So now that you've pretty much emptied your kitchen, what are you gonna eat?
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