Suite 712, Arms Hotel, Thursday Evening
The sun was shining. It was going to be a beautiful sunset and a nice night, both on Fandom and in Vancouver.
Except in Suite 712 in the Arms Hotel, where the atmosphere was cold at there was an angry goddess alternating between watching women's hockey and planning ways to emasculate the person who was supposed to be with her in Vancouver.
"Maybe I'll make all the guys on the island fall in love with him. They can -- good shot, USA!" She pumped her fist once, then folded her arms and glared. "Or I'll -- I'll . . . turn him into a puck!" And suddenly there was a pink hockey stick in her hand and a pile of pucks on the floor.
Crack-Thunk!
That would be something small and black being smacked into the wall. Someone was in trouble. Flowers were needed. Groveling would come in handy as well.
(ooc: For one! Unless someone at the hotel wants to come complain about the noise.)
Except in Suite 712 in the Arms Hotel, where the atmosphere was cold at there was an angry goddess alternating between watching women's hockey and planning ways to emasculate the person who was supposed to be with her in Vancouver.
"Maybe I'll make all the guys on the island fall in love with him. They can -- good shot, USA!" She pumped her fist once, then folded her arms and glared. "Or I'll -- I'll . . . turn him into a puck!" And suddenly there was a pink hockey stick in her hand and a pile of pucks on the floor.
Crack-Thunk!
That would be something small and black being smacked into the wall. Someone was in trouble. Flowers were needed. Groveling would come in handy as well.
(ooc: For one! Unless someone at the hotel wants to come complain about the noise.)