{Rosethorn} Instruction
Jan. 14th, 2009 08:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wayfarers_lodgeRosethorn ran her hands over the cool, seamless latex and the immaculately tailored suit that covered the zombie's frame, masking it from questioning eyes. She looked up at Darcy, forcing herself to form the questions with her lips and tongue, even though he already knew what she was going to ask. They had to behave like nothing had changed, otherwise people would be weird- possibly fatally so.
"I never realised how... visually pleasing these are," she began, grimacing at the admission. "Is that your fault?"
The corner of Darcy's lip curled upwards.
"You have never studied them very closely before, Rosethorn, and I take pride in doing my job well."
"Yes. Yes you do. No weapons?"
He arched one eyebrow. "No weapons. You won't need them."
Rosethorn snorted. "Like buggery I won't."
"It will be a WEDDING, Rosethorn. At least behave like it?"
"I will if they will." She frowned as she ran her hands over the shoulders of the lifeless figure. "So, it will follow my instructions?"
"To the letter. You must be very clear what you tell them to do. I prefer verbal instruction, but they do follow gestures if they're clear enough. You'll need to clap to get their attention."
He raised his hands in front of the zombie, which twitched and turned in the direction of the sound.
"You. Go and stand to Miss Thornbridge's left."
Rosethorn nodded her approval as the figure shuffled to stand to the left of her.
"Very nice. They'll do guard duty, as well?"
"Yes. And yes, they'll attack on command. Although they're very slow."
"Fan-fucking-tastic." She frowned, eyes drawn to the throat of the figure. She pointed.
"Hey, what's that?"
Darcy looked away for a moment, in something that felt like discomfort and uncertainty at her reaction.
"I... took the liberty of adding a vocal component. I thought it might make you laugh."
Rosethorn's eyebrows shot up.
"Really? What does it say?"
Darcy sighed, and took a step closer, speaking very clearly.
"Would you like a drink, ma'am?"
It sounded like the zombie replied in Darcy's voice, nodding it's head in a semblance of politeness.
"No, thank you. Miss Thornbridge will have a lemonade."
Rosethorn laughed dryly.
"Well, it worked. Ha ha ha. You should probably take that out. I've got this feeling i'm going to need a drink by the time i'm done down there."
Darcy turned to her, eyes troubled. A thousand words and a million feelings passed between them in a moment, as he reached out and put his hand on hers.
"Rosie... be careful?"
She smiled, looking away for a moment, even though he could feel her tears and worry.
"As careful as I can be, Darcy. I promise."
"I never realised how... visually pleasing these are," she began, grimacing at the admission. "Is that your fault?"
The corner of Darcy's lip curled upwards.
"You have never studied them very closely before, Rosethorn, and I take pride in doing my job well."
"Yes. Yes you do. No weapons?"
He arched one eyebrow. "No weapons. You won't need them."
Rosethorn snorted. "Like buggery I won't."
"It will be a WEDDING, Rosethorn. At least behave like it?"
"I will if they will." She frowned as she ran her hands over the shoulders of the lifeless figure. "So, it will follow my instructions?"
"To the letter. You must be very clear what you tell them to do. I prefer verbal instruction, but they do follow gestures if they're clear enough. You'll need to clap to get their attention."
He raised his hands in front of the zombie, which twitched and turned in the direction of the sound.
"You. Go and stand to Miss Thornbridge's left."
Rosethorn nodded her approval as the figure shuffled to stand to the left of her.
"Very nice. They'll do guard duty, as well?"
"Yes. And yes, they'll attack on command. Although they're very slow."
"Fan-fucking-tastic." She frowned, eyes drawn to the throat of the figure. She pointed.
"Hey, what's that?"
Darcy looked away for a moment, in something that felt like discomfort and uncertainty at her reaction.
"I... took the liberty of adding a vocal component. I thought it might make you laugh."
Rosethorn's eyebrows shot up.
"Really? What does it say?"
Darcy sighed, and took a step closer, speaking very clearly.
"Would you like a drink, ma'am?"
It sounded like the zombie replied in Darcy's voice, nodding it's head in a semblance of politeness.
"No, thank you. Miss Thornbridge will have a lemonade."
Rosethorn laughed dryly.
"Well, it worked. Ha ha ha. You should probably take that out. I've got this feeling i'm going to need a drink by the time i'm done down there."
Darcy turned to her, eyes troubled. A thousand words and a million feelings passed between them in a moment, as he reached out and put his hand on hers.
"Rosie... be careful?"
She smiled, looking away for a moment, even though he could feel her tears and worry.
"As careful as I can be, Darcy. I promise."
