video • CALL • un: themeddler

[roberteo]

[Well, it certainly seems Speedwagon has figured out the video medium: he's posed himself very seriously, with a straight posture and both hands folded neatly in his lap. There is, however, a small, polite smile on his face, though this may be more formality than anything else. He is, of course, eternally a gentleman, no matter the circumstances.

It does not take a particularly observant eye to note that the man is in mourner's black.]

Hello! It is I, Robert E. O. Speedwagon.

[The smile widens into something more genuine, just for a moment.]

I'm curious if anyone in this city has any idea as to the state of...well...hm. I wish to phrase this delicately, but I would like to know if there's a program in place to...well, help people? Where people need helping, you know--Nightmares, Shadows...et cetera. Particularly children? I--I don't know, I was just wondering if there was any present system to care for people in unfortunate situations. Thank you.

[And he remains smiling for a few moments more, before lurching forward to grab the device.]

Speedwagon out.

Comments

[1/2; rant incoming]

[shootaro]

Of course, you didn't, I meant after you got orientated.

You talk the part, sir. You look it too.

That kind of grandoise speech isn't a feature of commoners, at least not in my world and my era— I think others are similar.

In other words, everything about you, from the manner of your speech to these acts of kindness, all speak of a rich man with a guilty conscience who wants to lessen the social gaps a little. Someone who's barely making ends meet can't go around saving people. So you have to be rich.

That's basic.