Video: UN: dollhouse

[ventriloschism]

[The camera comes to life, spinning wildly around, a bizarre clacking sound heard over the rustling of dark fabric too-close to the lens. It's a messy, dizzying confused feed for a solid two minutes or so....

Then a tiny wooden hand closes over the lens.

The next thing you see is the face of a nightmarish doll, jaw clacking noisily as she shrieks and giggles.]

Wow WOW, what IS this thing? Hello? Helloooooooooooo?

Can anyone HEAR ME?

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[ventriloschism]

So you reaaaaally meant it when you said...she was kinda like me?

[Donna gets up from where she is sitting, slowly advancing to where Angie is holding the phone. Slowly, gingerly, she reaches out and takes it, reorienting the camera so she is sharing the image with her doll.

She pipes up from behind her veil, voice quiet and almost hoarse.]

I'm sorry. That's...that's terrible. You must have loved her very much.

...Not being human...didn't make her any less real.

[makeanentrance]

I did. She was my family.

[He'd been an only child and his parents were another issue. Nothing pleasant. He'd hoped that she'd be different and had treated her well. Unfortunately, she had betrayed him and it had turned into a whole mess.]

She was real to me. She was real to anyone who saw her.

[ventriloschism]

[A long beat of silence as Donna is turning something over in her head, trying to summon up the will-]

...Mister...Quentin. Would you like to...to stop by, sometime? For lunch? We...we would like to talk to you...in person, I think.

[Angie stares eagerly, wringing her little wooden hands - a big show to offset Donna's obvious social anxiety.]

[makeanentrance]

[He gives a little smile at that; despite his grandiose ways when in costume, the smile is almost shy.]

I'd like that.

[ventriloschism]

W-wonderful. We shall...have to plan it, then.

[Angie flies little circles around Donna before settling on her shoulder, kicking her little feet excitedly.]

COMPANY, YAYYYYYYYYY~!