yourmother: (Too easy)
[Unlike most of Somarium's broadcasts, this one is neither unintentional nor a public service announcement. It could more closely be equated to a YouTube cat video. Why? Well, for starters, the first thing you see as the transmission begins is a kitten sitting in Freud's lap as he sits at one of Austria's fancy-looking grand pianos. Since Freud is looking at the camera, it's quite clear that this video is very much intentional. And if that hasn't convinced you...]

Ahem.

I now present, performing his famous Symphony Number 40, Wolfgang Amadeus Meowzart.

[And it begins. Freud plays the left hand part of the symphony with his own hand, but his right hand guides the kitten's paw to press the keys. Thus, it becomes a strange and comical duet of sorts. "Meowzart's" other paw occasionally lifts up to hit a random key; if nothing else, the kitty doesn't seem to mind these shenanigans.]
yourmother: (Penis envy)
[Following his original's theories like every good clone should, Freud has spent the better part of today observing feral dogs and cats going about their everyday lives in the alleyways of Somni. Though he's got nothing entirely remarkable to show for it, as the original Sigmund Freud said, "time spent with cats is never wasted". As the sun approaches the horizon, he decides to call it a day.... until he spots something lying in an alleyway that really should not be there. It's the badly bruised and headless body of [Bad username or site: nie-unschuldig title= @ livejournal.com]. Facing such a sight, the teenager can't help but worry for his own safety.

He drops his Dreamberry in the process of fumbling for it, which activates a voice broadcast. The sound of shoes hastily moving on paved ground can be heard, as well as a scraping noise once the device is picked up.]


Another murder...?

[It's then that it switches over to video, showing the terrified face of a young man who has obviously just seen something very traumatizing. A noise comes from further down the alleyway, most likely a stray cat, but Freud whips his head in the direction of the noise, interprets it as a threat, and makes a mad dash for a nearby hiding place. The Dreamberry is pressed up against his chest as he flattens himself against a wall behind a dumpster. For a minute or so, the screen is entirely black, and all that can be heard is rapid breathing accompanied by a rapid heartbeat. Once it becomes apparent that no one is there anymore, Freud finally calms down enough to figure out what his Dreamberry is doing, turn off the unintentional broadcast, and send a hastily typed text message.]

[Text to Sherlock:]

Theres a dead body here waht should i do??

Voicemail

Jul. 5th, 2011 08:17 pm
yourmother: (This tastes like diet...)
[As Freud has yet to set up his voicemail, all callers will be met with the following computerized greeting.]

The person you are trying to reach is unavailable. Please leave a message after the beep. After you've finished recording, you may hang up or press the pound key for more options.

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