5055034455: 3x02 (smile like you mean it)
Saul Goodman ([personal profile] 5055034455) wrote in [community profile] exsilium2013-12-23 10:13 pm

009 ↔ video

[There's something different about Saul today.

He's seated in front of the camera, as usual, and he's in a suit, also as usual, but —

Oh, maybe it's the fact that Stephanie's leaning against his shoulders as he speaks, which takes away all possibility of him being his usual, businesslike self.

It might be that.]


Hey, everyone. As some of you've noticed, Jesse Pinkman went home a couple of weeks ago. Since there was some concern over the cookie situation last month, we — [With a brief nod upward, toward Steph — ] Figured that we'd harness some of the holiday spirit that's been goin' around and make sure this month's newbies are fed and clothed. Feferi will be taking care of handing out jackets and whatnot on the first, and Steph and I will be manning the cookie table alongside anyone else who decides to join us.

[Without missing a beat, Steph adds:]

Might even see if I can get one of those big urns to put hot cocoa in, to help warm the newbies up, and us, if we're hanging around there for a while. Any chance you can help out with that, Ella?

[She gives the camera a bright smile, which is mostly for Ella's sake. Sorry about abusing your powers.]

What we're not gonna do is make a party of it. I know that kinda sucks, but we just don't have the space, so the plan is that everyone who wants to can bake a couple batches in their own ovens, then bring them to our place sometime on the thirty first. If you don't know the address already and you're planning to help out, I'll give it to you here. [But she's not - just giving it out on the network openly.] If you need ingredients, let me know; I went on a mission and made sure we had plenty of stuff so I can give you flour or sugar or choc chips. Same goes for the recipe. Annnnd if you need help getting cookies to us, speak up, and we'll work something out.

[For a second, it looks like she's about to wrap it up, but then something else occurs to her.]

Speaking of parties, I dunno if anyone's doing anything for New Year's Eve, but if they are, can everyone try to get the cookies to me before like - seven, so I can still go out. Thanks.

[At which point Saul looks up and over at her, feigning a pout.]

Sorry, so we can go out.

[And then he's all smiles.

Before the feed clicks off, he adds another "thanks," and away they go.]


[Then, a private text to Sonya from Steph, sent only moments later:] sonya, i know you're smart enough to put two and two together, but please don't say anything to anyone else. it's not something that needs to be spread around.
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[personal profile] ohr 2013-12-24 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, the last time I hosted a party everyone had a good time.
controlledvariable: (Civvies -- Are you sure about that?)

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[personal profile] controlledvariable 2013-12-24 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
[she sort of didn't but that's okay]

Then it shouldn't be hard to manage a repeat of that experience, right?
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[personal profile] ohr 2013-12-24 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ella didn't have a good time but she's trying to prove a point. ]

Yep, although you gotta wonder how many people will consider that celebrating is just totally rude and wrong this time around.
controlledvariable: (PB >> everyone a rager)

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[personal profile] controlledvariable 2013-12-24 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
It's New Year's Eve.

[said in the tone of fuck 'em]
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[personal profile] ohr 2013-12-24 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
I know right? But when did people act rationally?

Private

So what can you tell me about Vanadi dearest here?
controlledvariable: who lets me keyword things (Batgirl -- I know they're great tits)

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[personal profile] controlledvariable 2013-12-24 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
[She just flicks the whole conversation to private]

Never, last time I checked.

[people suck]

As for Vanadi, he's going to try to sleep with you. He's a sweetheart, but he can't keep it in his pants.

[telling it like it is]