forty-seven ➢ video

[patheticvillain]

So, now that everybody's not infants anymore, we're leaving. For a while. Going to Chris's world and mine.

[Cassel looks the tiniest bit uncertain about this, glancing to Chris like you take this, I don't know what else to say.]

Yeah, so nobody blow up the ship while we're gone. Iris, can you watch the dogs? And Loki, you were an adorable kid and I'll bring back Oreos if you promise not to do anything stupid while I'm gone.

Anyway, we should be back in just a couple of days, hopefully [hopefully?? definitely?? help], at least in Barge time. So nobody break shit.

Oh, and we're kidnapping Scott.

Scottyyydog. Vamanos.


( ooc; cassel and chris are going to kick-ass land and then curse workers land. during their time in cassel's world they're going to be worked by cassel's mom to essentially switch personalities for a little while. more on this in return posts, which will be monday-ish! )

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( written before 12/11 departure )

For Loki, ten helmets. With the cow horns and everything.

For Andrew, a photo album.

For Ben, a new mask and cape for Mystery Baking Companions.

For Babs, a lipstick dagger, grey gloves.

For Cass, I'm already making her black gloves (hand-knit), but I want her to have photos of her past time on the Barge, too. ( up to player discretion )

For Mira, new notebooks and old-fashioned quill-tipped pens.

For Duke, an oak chest with a hidden compartment. Good Scotch.

For Anya, new and strange liquors from other planets than Earth.

For Morgana, so much weed.

For Marsh, a tiny tiara for Aster, lots of interesting fabrics, a metal-studded teaset.

For Zane, grey gloves with hidden compartments for coins, so much weed, an encyclopedia of illicit plants.

For Mickey, the FF half of a broken heart BFF necklace set.

For the Emperor, The Epic of Gilgamesh, a DVD of Cats.

For Jackson, a life-size oil portrait of himself.

For Scott, pictures of his mom, black gloves with room for claws.

For Iris, a perfect replica of the weird Slevin-thing, mechanical rather than sentient.

And for Chris, same as last year: big tree set up for Midnight Mass in St. Peter's. Besides that, I want a leather-studded collar for Bowie, a new designer suit in red and black, with matching gloves, cufflinks in the shape of the Silent Hill symbol, and a perfect replica of Mom's Resurrection Diamond.

Comments

[Private, a few minutes after the Cassel thread]

[americasdirtiest]

Security?

[Private, a few minutes after the Cassel thread]

[mistconduct]

Bait and diversionary tactics.

[Private, a few minutes after the Cassel thread] cw: homopobic language

[americasdirtiest]

Divert how? Hey, Mrs. Sharpe, here's some other fag to pick on instead?

[Private, a few minutes after the Cassel thread] cw: homopobic language

[mistconduct]

...Maybe if we get her really drunk...

[Private, a few minutes after the Cassel thread]

[americasdirtiest]

Hard pass, dude.

[Private, a few minutes after the Cassel thread]

[mistconduct]

Fair enough.

I'll check in when I get home. Cool?

[Private, a few minutes after the Cassel thread]

[americasdirtiest]

[There's a moment where it looks like he might be about to say something sarcastic or spin it into a joke, but in the end he just nods quietly.]

'K.

Good luck.

[Private, a few minutes after the Cassel thread]

[mistconduct]

Thanks.

Take it easy.

[Aaand click]