INBOXtext / audio / video / action[Stephen hasn't bothered to record a proper voicemail message, so enjoy the standard one. Because let's be real he has way too many Important Trashdoctor Things To Do to be worrying about which of you nerds know who's number they've phoned.
You're smart, he has faith you can figure it out. Or something.]code credit
I can think of more entertaining ways to mess with friends than insulting their musical choices.
[Once the music falls quiet he'll start probing the thing lightly with magic. Nothing big or flashy, just trying to figure out if this is really just a magic music box, or if it might be meant to go with something else to do a specific task.]
The one time I'm disappointed Mordo isn't around. I bet his music taste is terrible enough to trip a filter if there is one.
[ While Stephen does his Magic Thing, Loki builds a brain out of light on his lap and starts to perform astral-surgery on it with his fingers, pulling out a feather, a key, and a tiny hammer. He's probably the best not-doctor around. ]
I know which type of music Victor likes, he re-wrote the lyrics. They played in his dungeon while I was there. Guess what it was?
But then he'd have to unclench long enough to enjoy something and I'm not even sure that's possible.
[As he spoke Stephen kept up his investigations, poking and prodding away. Really if he was left to his own devices he could play magic detective all day.]
...Somehow I'm not surprised Victor'd do something like that. Kinda surprised he's not a 'ostentatious orchestra' sort if we're being honest, it fits in with his whole melodrama thing.
[That? That startles Stephen into laughter, the man just shaking his head as he leans back in his chair.]
Was he torturing his prisoners or trying to come onto them? I mean, I can't imagine 'self-obsessed megalomaniac who refers to themselves in the third person' gets a lot of attention on dating sites, but there's a level of desperation that you really can't come back from and that might just be it.
[ Poor Victor. He really just needs a hug and evidently to become the God of Golden Oldies. ]
It really disillusioned Verity as to the credibility, not to mention relative sanity, of supervillains. I had to profess my love for all things hipster and acoustic for a week!
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[Once the music falls quiet he'll start probing the thing lightly with magic. Nothing big or flashy, just trying to figure out if this is really just a magic music box, or if it might be meant to go with something else to do a specific task.]
The one time I'm disappointed Mordo isn't around. I bet his music taste is terrible enough to trip a filter if there is one.
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[ While Stephen does his Magic Thing, Loki builds a brain out of light on his lap and starts to perform astral-surgery on it with his fingers, pulling out a feather, a key, and a tiny hammer. He's probably the best not-doctor around. ]
I know which type of music Victor likes, he re-wrote the lyrics. They played in his dungeon while I was there. Guess what it was?
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[As he spoke Stephen kept up his investigations, poking and prodding away. Really if he was left to his own devices he could play magic detective all day.]
...Somehow I'm not surprised Victor'd do something like that. Kinda surprised he's not a 'ostentatious orchestra' sort if we're being honest, it fits in with his whole melodrama thing.
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No, no. All you need is Doom, Doom! Doom is all you need ... !
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Was he torturing his prisoners or trying to come onto them? I mean, I can't imagine 'self-obsessed megalomaniac who refers to themselves in the third person' gets a lot of attention on dating sites, but there's a level of desperation that you really can't come back from and that might just be it.
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It really disillusioned Verity as to the credibility, not to mention relative sanity, of supervillains. I had to profess my love for all things hipster and acoustic for a week!