[Video] From the Brave Police Hoosegow

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Those from Earth might be familiar with the old movie cliche of the prisoner rattling his cup back and forth over the bars of his cell.  Whirl somehow also knows this cliche.  And is doing it.]

[Except he's doing it with his face. ]

Nnnnnnngh. So fraggin' bored!!

Someone come kill me or something.

Comments

[youdiedagain]

Well to be honest, I couldn't answer that question. But I'm offering, if you've got nothing else.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Do I look like I've got anything better to do?

[He's such a gracious host!]

[youdiedagain]

It's hard to tell with your...expression.

[Or lack-there-of.]

What's your location?

[whirlybird_of_prey]

It's called 'preserving the mystique'.

[It being the whole thing he just made up to make not having a face sound cooler.]

....jail. Duh.

[youdiedagain]

[It's okay Whirl. He's pretty amused by it.]

You really remind me of a friend of mine.

The jail is in...which quadrant?

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Oh, one of those 'challenges'. Whirl will just have to work harder.]

Must be my sexy optic.

Prima's. You know, the big bright guy. [Yippee.]

[youdiedagain]

[Good luck! He's a hard one to startle. But it has been done.]

Must be. He was a desk lamp.

[That sounds...really sad, Sissel.]

Got it. I'll be right there.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Bzzzzat. Already heard that joke.

I'll be...here. Still.

[Action]

[youdiedagain]

[The feed cuts, and Sissel takes off for Prima's Quadrant. It takes awhile, mainly because he's only so big and Prima's Quadrant is quite far, but the lack of having to stop for air is a boon. After a few hours, he gets there, peeking his head through the halls and looking for any giants in the cells.]

[Action]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[When he shows up, Whirl's flopped on his belly on the floor, optic staring intently at the floor. He's kicking his feet, muttering "Bored, booored.....so very bored," into the floor.

Guess what? He's bored.

[Action]

[youdiedagain]

[The lanky man walks forth, smirking as he stuffs his hands in his pockets.]

Am I late?