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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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[Listen, he spent a good night in a hate threesome with his possible-kindof-matesprit and the person he wishes would fall off a cliff and die. He needs something to cheer him up.]
[When he initially sees Giles, he's pretty sure the day is going alright still, because, hey, they never did have that mythology discussion...]
[And then he sees what he has in his hand.]
[And his brain bluescreens. Just a bit. When he speaks, he sounds just a bit faint and his expression is utterly dazed in surprise.]
Rupert... What...
[Just. Wow. Hello. He hasn't had anyone come onto him this hard, and that's counting his hivemate, who grabbed his hands and made him grab her chest sacks in a rather cheerful manner. But even she hadn't just flashed a bucket at him. And... it's filled with oranges...]
[His thoughts are going dirty, horrible, wonderful places with just what exactly this kind of symbolism means and he swallows.]
Ith thith for... me?
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Yes?
[It only appears as if she's eaten a single orange out of the entire grouping.]
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