sleepy hollow // voice testing

[speaksfor]

Okay.

I guess this won't suck any harder than things have already been sucking.

Which is not to imply it's anybody else's fault. It's mine. But we don't have to get into that.

Comments

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

Times must have been dark indeed for you to find this preferable to your own life.

[speaksfor]

To put it mildly.

... you didn't spend about two hundred years asleep and wake up in the twenty-first century, right?

[ Look, it's the accent. He has to check. ]

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

Not... usually...

[There is this one thread I'm making him do, but not this one.]

Is that what happened to you?

[speaksfor]

No.

I might have preferred that.

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

Preferred it to what, Sir? What has befallen you?

[speaksfor]

It's not really about me.

It's just the apocalypse.

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

The apocalypse?

...It is upon you, where you are from?

[speaksfor]

Yep.

[ He only sounds blasé. Dead guys, tone of voice, etc. ]

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

And you meet it with maudlin acceptance, Sir?

[speaksfor]

[ A small grimace in response to that. Awkward to explain his involvement to complete strangers. ]

I'm doing what I can.

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

And what is that? In the face of the end times, Sir.

[speaksfor]

I'm not fielding judgmental questions from the relevant eighteenth century British guy.

I'm sure as hell not putting up with it from you.

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

I merely...

I don't understand. No one can know the day or the hour of it's coming, what can you do when the apocalypse comes.

[speaksfor]

There are always people who'll fight things to the end.

It's not my problem anymore.

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

How can the end times not be your problem?

[speaksfor]

Already dead.

[ Among other things. ]

Maybe I should've mentioned that earlier.

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

Dead.

Of course.

[Incredulous Horatio is incredulous]

[speaksfor]

[ Oh, all right. He'll tug at his collar so Horatio can enjoy the neck thing. ]

Dead.

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

[Gross gross gross gross! Horatio prances away and brings up a hand to block his eyes.]

Aaagh! [He peeks over his hand, but THE NECK IS STILL HAPPENING] Oh god, that is awful, Sir!

[speaksfor]

[ Rude, Horatio. Andy will put his collar back in place, fine. ]

Stop calling me "sir." It's weird coming from a grown man.

[hollow_cop]

Well I, for one, am of the very strong opinion that we should "get into that" sometime.

[speaksfor]

Because that's worked out really great so far.