Sheriff Harry S. Truman (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
likewatson) wrote2012-12-02 06:28 pm
likewatson) wrote2012-12-02 06:28 pm
001 [video → backtimed to this morning]
[So here's a fun image to start your day with, O denizens of this strange place: A grown man in a cowboy hat, seated on a bed in a room that is obviously not meant for him, contrary to what he's been told by the woman who seems to think she's his mother. He looks damn confused, and the more he fiddles with his PokéGear, the more of him is revealed: the golden flash of a badge, the blur of a beige uniform, something puffy seated on the bed off to his right—
After a few seconds and the sound of an annoyed grunt, said puffy thing starts moving. Then the camera stills, and anyone watching will be treated to the extreme close-up of a Starly's eye.
It’s all downhill from there. The bird starts pecking at the camera’s lens, and when Harry tries to stop it, it goes after his finger. There’s a manly yelp followed by the fluttering of feathers and a loud, annoyed chirp, and the Gear clatters to the floor. The view under the bed is as follows: DUST BUNNIES EVERYWHERE. Way to go, Mom. Ever hear of a vacuum?]
Would you cut that out? Hey!
[This scuffle continues for about two minutes, after which point the Gear is retrieved. Harry’s face comes into view once more, complete with a scratch on his cheekbone that wasn’t there five minutes ago. He looks—to put it mildly—annoyed.]
I have no idea what’s going on, but I’m assuming there’s a camera on this thing for a reason, so if anyone can see this: I would appreciate some kind of explanation. My name is Harry Truman. I'm the sheriff of a town called Twin Peaks, which—as far as I can tell—is a long way from here.
There's a woman downstairs who thinks she's my mother. She really wants me out of here, and believe me, I'd be glad to get a move on, but I don't know where here is.
[He pauses there and sighs. The Starly then hops into view, bouncing into Harry’s lap. Harry oomphs quietly.]
And then there’s the matter of this thing. It won’t leave me alone.
What the hell is all this?
After a few seconds and the sound of an annoyed grunt, said puffy thing starts moving. Then the camera stills, and anyone watching will be treated to the extreme close-up of a Starly's eye.
It’s all downhill from there. The bird starts pecking at the camera’s lens, and when Harry tries to stop it, it goes after his finger. There’s a manly yelp followed by the fluttering of feathers and a loud, annoyed chirp, and the Gear clatters to the floor. The view under the bed is as follows: DUST BUNNIES EVERYWHERE. Way to go, Mom. Ever hear of a vacuum?]
Would you cut that out? Hey!
[This scuffle continues for about two minutes, after which point the Gear is retrieved. Harry’s face comes into view once more, complete with a scratch on his cheekbone that wasn’t there five minutes ago. He looks—to put it mildly—annoyed.]
I have no idea what’s going on, but I’m assuming there’s a camera on this thing for a reason, so if anyone can see this: I would appreciate some kind of explanation. My name is Harry Truman. I'm the sheriff of a town called Twin Peaks, which—as far as I can tell—is a long way from here.
There's a woman downstairs who thinks she's my mother. She really wants me out of here, and believe me, I'd be glad to get a move on, but I don't know where here is.
[He pauses there and sighs. The Starly then hops into view, bouncing into Harry’s lap. Harry oomphs quietly.]
And then there’s the matter of this thing. It won’t leave me alone.
What the hell is all this?
[video]
[... yeah, that's a surprised little smile there, and an aversion of his eyes. His girlfriend. It's a term he hasn't even thought to use in his mind, and despite the strange place they're in, it makes him feel a little fuzzy inside. And that's pleasant, despite the shadow that seems to hang over their relationship.]
[He should try to hold onto that for a little while.]
She's not a taxi service, no matter what Albert will tell you.
[video]
Harry can't help but grin at Coop's reaction. It's cute, and Harry feels a similar fuzziness.]
What's her name?
[video]
Carmen Sandiego.
[video]
WAY TO GO, COOP.]
And...?
[Harry's looking a little bit like a curious teenage girl at the moment, waiting for all the juicy details. What's she like? How long have you two been together? IS SHE TOTALLY HAWT LIKE OHMIGAWD?]
[video]
[Which is actually putting him in a kind of weird position mentally because his affections for her are indesputable (and obvious), but he's still not exactly sure what his feelings and thoughts are doing when it comes to her other than that. He doesn't want to leave her. But things have been ... worrying. And he's having doubts.]
[But in the end that small smile can't be helped, if nothing else because of the way Harry looks at him.]
And you'll get to meet her when you get here.
[video]
Cooper's response actually earns him a laugh. It's a low, amused chuckle, and Harry shakes his head.]
I don't think I'll find a better reason to get my butt on the road than that. Should I call you when I get to the next town?
[video]
Keep me posted.
[Said with a nod, making the "yes" obvious.]
Look out for the wildlife and good luck on the routes.
[video]
[There's a pause before Harry hangs up. He glances down at Waldo, glances around the room, takes a good look at the Gear in his hands...
Yeah, this is weird. It hasn't stopped being weird, even though he put a lot of it out of his head while talking with Cooper. But—and this doesn't surprise him in the least—he's feeling a little more comfortable, a little more okay with the idea of heading out into this bizarre new world.
Harry wanted motivation, and he got it.]
Thanks, Coop.
[video]
[A bit softer again, but without the former aimlessness, and while his mind is far from put at ease the smile lingers for a little while after he hangs up himself.]
[Harry, of all people. Who would have thought.]