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mayfield_logs2012-02-22 05:49 pm
watchher) wrote in mayfield_logs2012-02-22 05:49 pm
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Who: Giles, Psii, the Condesce, Signless, Milla
What: Giles is friends with aliens. This often goes badly for him.
Where: 724 Anderson and 431 Peepers
When: throughout the 22nd
Warnings: None in particular. Probably PG-13 for language and... troll weirdness.
[ Early this afternoon, Giles came home to discover something very interesting: his house is full of oranges.
There are oranges on the carpet, oranges on the couch, oranges sitting on every flat surface in sight -- it seems as though his not!wife has bought up every orange in the grocery store, regardless of freshness or price. Her loving husband responds to this by standing in the doorway and staring, and then sets off, with some amount of trepidation, to ask her what exactly is going on.
It is not until around dusk -- when he realizes that his very old, very rare, very valuable demonology books are beginning to smell like citrus -- that he gets fed up with it. Giles piles as many oranges as he can into a bucket and heads out for the Psiioniic's house, intent on resolving this idiocy himself.
Which is how he ends up knocking on Psii's door, still looking generally exasperated, bucket in hand. ]
What: Giles is friends with aliens. This often goes badly for him.
Where: 724 Anderson and 431 Peepers
When: throughout the 22nd
Warnings: None in particular. Probably PG-13 for language and... troll weirdness.
[ Early this afternoon, Giles came home to discover something very interesting: his house is full of oranges.
There are oranges on the carpet, oranges on the couch, oranges sitting on every flat surface in sight -- it seems as though his not!wife has bought up every orange in the grocery store, regardless of freshness or price. Her loving husband responds to this by standing in the doorway and staring, and then sets off, with some amount of trepidation, to ask her what exactly is going on.
It is not until around dusk -- when he realizes that his very old, very rare, very valuable demonology books are beginning to smell like citrus -- that he gets fed up with it. Giles piles as many oranges as he can into a bucket and heads out for the Psiioniic's house, intent on resolving this idiocy himself.
Which is how he ends up knocking on Psii's door, still looking generally exasperated, bucket in hand. ]
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Excuse us.
[Cue Signless grabbing Psii's hand and practically dragging him into the kitchen.] Can we talk about what is going on at the front door for a moment?
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But then Psii's being pulled aside, and Milla, who's seemed delightfully sane from what he's seen of her thus far, has come to his rescue. He follows her inside gratefully. ]
Ah, u-um, thank you. We had quite a few just lying about at home, you see. I believe they were meant for Psionic but, ah, got a bit lost along the way.
[ Something like that. ]
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[Yes, those are his first words once they're out of sight, and even then, Psii peers around the doorway at Giles. When he comes back to lean in conspiratorially to Signless, he's wide eyed and quite considering it all.]
I mean, I gueth he'th old, but you have to admit it'sth a pretty good old and pretty good for a human. And... That ith like thoving my head into a pail, Eth, I can't not try it. And we get along!
The fact that he'th the wifethprit of the Evil Fith ith jutht reathon more to do it.
...How much do you think it would pith her off.