voicetesting, homeless forever. (canon is Priscilla, Queen of the Desert)

[queen_father]

Y'know. I don't even know why y' bothered to get me this thing. Ain't like yer gonna actually let me go anywheah. Y'won't even consider another game, an' yer at yer "limit" at th' place you're so head-over-snatch in love with.

And what's this "even if I wasn't, you wouldn' make it theah" bullshit? Who're you t' say if I would or not? I'll have you know, missy, I've got a good ten years on you at least, and which one of us made it through the GAFA in a broken-down bus and climbed King's Canyon in heels and full frock?

Ansah me THAT, dahling.

Then maybe we'll see if I stay cooped up in this little box'a yers. ... Ugh, wait, no, bad choice'a words. ... Then again, maybe not. It DOES stink like one, not goin' nowhere.

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[cockinafrock]

Ugh. Tell me 'bout it, dahlin'. I've been arguin' with this one since she made me this fuckin' thing.

[queen_father]

Felicia, my deah. If either of us has any hope'a convincin' 'em, it's you.

Only outta sheah perseverance, which is a slightly nicer way t' put it than sayin' you never shut up.

[cockinafrock]

As if you're one t'talk, Mitzi m'darling. You're the one who stahted this whole bitch-fest in th'first place.

[She smirks] Of course, they do say that memory's th'first thing t'go in yer old age. [Cackles with laughter]

[queen_father]

Well, I'm fucking bored, the hell else was I s'posed ta do with my time?

You bettah watch it or I'm gonna introduce my curlin' iron to places it ain't supposed ta be. While it's plugged in.

[cockinafrock]

[Looks her up and down] If y'can't even answer that question I can safely say it's been so long I wonder if y'could even find my ass so you could make good on that threat.

[Sticks her tongue out and laughs]

[queen_father]

Oh, don't we think we're a barrel'a laughs.

[cockinafrock]

Why, yes, in fact. We do!

[queen_father]

Just 'cuz yer a queen don't mean y' get t' use th' Royal We, Felicia. Don't be an idiot.

wtf am i doing

[the_storyteller]

You have a wonderfully strange accent! Where is it from?

beautiful things!

[queen_father]

Australia! Sydney, t'be precise. F'you've heard've it.

[the_storyteller]

I'm afraid I have not. Nowhere near Paris, I presume?

[queen_father]

Nah. Halfway 'round th' world, really. [he snickers] S'where th' Brits sent all their ruddy convicts, an' lo an' behauld, generations later, y'get queens like me.