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mallow_logs2013-03-03 09:26 pm
twitchyswordhand) wrote in mallow_logs2013-03-03 09:26 pm
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Who: Anyone who wants in, although I'm specifically going to summon Seri Awashima (redbeans) and fun sized Loki Odinson, blood of Laufey (forcedreset) to join Owain (twitchyswordhand) for a marvelous journey into mystery.
What: A bunch of newcomers were doing their various things and ended up stranded in a malt shop in Astralfield while a herd of reasonably large anthropomorphic tapioca bowls from someone's nightmare last night migrate from point A to point B outside. ...this is why people should stop me.
Where: A malt shop, Astralfield.
When: Uh, the...5th, midday? Forward dated a bit but it works.
[When it came down to it there was a lot that Owain could take in stride and in fact did take in stride. A lot of things didn't phase him - things which ranged from the dramatic (angst, death, ruin) to the weird (reconciling AU versions of beloved people) - and he just...you know. Carried on.
But everyone had their limits, and his came in the form of one particular bowl nuzzling the window of the malt shop as if it wanted to come in and get pets from the people inside. And so it was that he turned to the person next to him and said...]
Hail, friend. How-
[...was that the 'tink' that a ceramic bowl makes when it hits glass? Yes it was.]
... [That's pretty distracting. Gods, hopefully no one tries to leave. He can feel the bowl staring at him.]
You're not from around here either, are you?
[He was going to say something else like, "HAIL AND WELL MET FRIEND." But. Bowls. Wanting love.]
redbeans) and fun sized Loki Odinson, blood of Laufey (forcedreset) to join Owain (twitchyswordhand) for a marvelous journey into mystery.What: A bunch of newcomers were doing their various things and ended up stranded in a malt shop in Astralfield while a herd of reasonably large anthropomorphic tapioca bowls from someone's nightmare last night migrate from point A to point B outside. ...this is why people should stop me.
Where: A malt shop, Astralfield.
When: Uh, the...5th, midday? Forward dated a bit but it works.
[When it came down to it there was a lot that Owain could take in stride and in fact did take in stride. A lot of things didn't phase him - things which ranged from the dramatic (angst, death, ruin) to the weird (reconciling AU versions of beloved people) - and he just...you know. Carried on.
But everyone had their limits, and his came in the form of one particular bowl nuzzling the window of the malt shop as if it wanted to come in and get pets from the people inside. And so it was that he turned to the person next to him and said...]
Hail, friend. How-
[...was that the 'tink' that a ceramic bowl makes when it hits glass? Yes it was.]
... [That's pretty distracting. Gods, hopefully no one tries to leave. He can feel the bowl staring at him.]
You're not from around here either, are you?
[He was going to say something else like, "HAIL AND WELL MET FRIEND." But. Bowls. Wanting love.]