Dancing in the Moonlight

[a3stepnpc]

Characters: EVERYONE!
When: November 30th - Evening/Night
Where: In the biggest park of Paradise
Rating: TBA
Summary: All residents received an invitation to some mysterious festival taking place at the very end of November. Music, dance, food and drinks. Everything is accounted for and even the weather is surprisingly mild for this time of the

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[bye_to_yer_head]

To say his leg ached was an understatement. After his knee had swollen to a size that he feared he'd have to cut his pants off to get out of them, it had diminished in size only to start painfully throbbing. All the time. The medication that RED Medic had helpfully provided did a lot to diminish the pain, but he was trying to make them last as long as possible. Talking to Medic now was ... distinctly awkward.

Upon receiving the invitation to the party Sniper had immediately tossed the thing in the rubbish bin and forgotten about it. But once the night of the party came, he started having second thoughts. He couldn't see the park from the first floor of his townhouse, and he wasn't feeling up to climbing the stairs, but he could hear the music. And something occurred to him that actually made him fish the invitation out of the bin.

Music, dance, food and drinks.

Sniper finally had to admit that he was literally starving. The deer he had killed on the expedition had been the last actual meal he had eaten, other than a couple corndogs that Pyro had offered him out of pity. Too prideful to admit that he needed help in this area, Sniper had set himself to ignoring the problem until it went away. As if a herd of gazelle would just prance by waiting for him to shoot them and eat them.

In the back of his mind he knew this was stupid. He was thirty seven years old, he should be able to feed himself. So he was not going to let this opportunity pass. Free food and drinks, and hopefully he could take some of it home.

So now there was a tall lanky Australian Sniper, dressed in blue, hovering around the table of food. He's already eaten most of the meat and cheese platter, and now he's working on some little vegetable turnover things. He had managed to get most of the blood out of his clothes, but his shoulder was badly bandaged, hiding the bullet wound and his torn shirt. He limped over to the drink table to get something alcoholic and ease his pain. And then he's going to eat some more.

[notintehkitchen]

Coming up behind Sniper, she tapped his shoulder in order to get his attention before heading back over to the table full of sweets. "You should eat dessert first, it's the best. Quick, before I eat all the chocolate cake!" Looking down to grab for another piece, it soon became apparent that all the chocolate cake had been eaten up by Pyro. "Opps, nevermind. Someone came by and took the rest." Actually, I ate it all. Hopefully Sensei won't scold me.

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Chocolate's not really my thing. You can 'ave it all." Sniper limped after her and smirked at the remains of the table. Apparently she already had.

He hadn't really payed attention, but now that he was next to her he realized that she was not only NOT wearing her uniform, she was wearing a dress. He still wasn't used to seeing any of them out of uniform and he tried not to stare at her. But....

"Livin' it up now that you don't 'ave t' hide yerself?"

[notintehkitchen]

"You call eating as much as I want without concern as living it up? I do this all the time. The variety of foods... they are different, but that is all." Clearly she didn't get that he staring at her attire or her attempt to be feminine. "I can't understand how someone dislikes chocolate. It's really good, especially with bacon. It's a perfect mix of flavors."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Not what I meant." But he's not going to explain further. He shrugs and eats a cookie. "Jus' not something I'm fond of. Especially with bacon. I think you loike bacon on everything.."

[notintehkitchen]

"You should eat more bacon if you want to grow up to be all big and strong like me." Flexing her biceps, she smiled unaware that the big part was especially true for her.

"Hm... I haven't had bacon in ice cream yet. I don't know if that tastes good, but it probably does." Pausing, she then gave him a look over before blinking. "By the way, why did you come out here? I'm surprised you aren't holed up like RED."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"I don't need t' be hauling around some hunk 'f metal that weighs a hundred pounds." He looked visibly disgusted at the thought of bacon ice cream. That.. that had to be vile.

"I was hungry. An' th' piker better stay holed up or he's really gonna be sorry."

[notintehkitchen]

"Who has a hunk of metal that weighs that much?" The joke she was missing was that it was her, right? If that was the case, he was just jealous he couldn't be as strong as she was.

"... I doubt he'll ever come out of his new home without force." That could be arranged easily enough. Pyro was good at getting people to do what she wanted with enough bothering.

[bye_to_yer_head]

"You do." Okay, he'd never picked up the flamethrower, he doesn't know how much it weighs, but since Pyro could probably bench-press Demo with those arms of hers... Yeah, it had to weigh quite a bit.

"Good. He should stay there an' stop shotin' at blokes that don't 'ave guns t' shoot back." Still bitter? You bet he is.

I'm using voice software I have arteritis like whoa.

[notintehkitchen]

"I've never wondered how much it weighed before. I suppose more than that puny gun of yours does." Pyro turned away and waited for his response to her insult. Those stupid snipers always were easy to upset.

OH noes!! Bby!! /cuddles

[bye_to_yer_head]

"My gun don't need t' shoot fire t' be effective." It'll take more than that to get a rise out of him.

yeah it blows

[notintehkitchen]

" No, you're right it doesn't. Instead you use your own urine. Do you really need to have bullets in urine? If the bullet hits the target it just seems like overkill... Not to mention, disgusting."

/holds and never lets go

[bye_to_yer_head]

"If yer talkin' about th' Sleeper.. You'd 'ave t' ask yer own Sniper, I don't use that gun." He wasn't even about to start defending Jarate to her. It just wasn't worth it. No one understood.

/CLINGS TO HER

[notintehkitchen]

"I don't pay attention to what anyone's weapons are called besides mine." Crossing her arms, she nodded her head back and forth in annoyance. "Besides, none of the other weapons are as cute as mine." No weapon could beat the adorableness that was the Backburner.

[bye_to_yer_head]

"My gun don't need big googly eyes. It jus' needs t' get th' job done. I doubt anyone can even see that with all th' fire everywhere."

[notintehkitchen]

"They would be able to see it if they had an eye for what makes a great weapon. The only appropriate type is one that dispenses fire and is cute. In case you haven't noticed, my weapon succeeds at both of those."