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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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Wouldn't you? I've been keeping myself busy, is all.
[She picks up the paper again to skim, apparently deeming the conversation over.]