OPEN- Come save the idiots!
WHO: Maes Hughes, Sheldon Sands, and anyone saving them from the wardrobe.
WHEN: Thursday, May 2nd, 1952
WHERE: Midgard Lobby, in a well constructed wardrobe
FILTER: [OPEN]
WHAT: Sheldon breaks Maes' glasses, traps him in a wardrobe, and now they need someone to get them out.
NOTES: Maes is grumpy because his glasses are dead. Sheldon's being an ass, and uh... someone might have to take a piss? PG
STATUS: [ONGOING]
The last thing Maes wanted to do was to be stuck in a wardrobe with Sheldon Sands.
Okay, maybe the last thing Maes wanted to do was get eaten by zombies, then be stuck in a wardrobe with Sheldon Sands. Though Sands how he got to be stuck in the wardrobe with Sands was interesting enough. No one had explained the zombie thing to the blind agent, so Maes decided to enlighten him on the zombie situation.
That was how they ended up in the wardrobe the first time around.
And Maes really didn't mind. He was amused by it, and in fact silently congratulated Sands on his craftiness to corner him like that. After all, Maes was not the kind of guy to advertize his plans unless one showed interest and effort. Sands definitely showed both, and the man was just about ready to see how involved he wanted to be when Maes' spectacles were accidently on purpose smashed.
Which meant there were two blind men in the wardrobe.
That also meant Maes was going to double his efforts in escaping. Sands was kind enough to wire the doors shut (how he managed that one so quickly, he still hadn't figured out.) Right then and there Maes concluded the man was as much of a bastard as Mustang. It was further confirmed in the wrestling match to gain control over the doors to the wardrobe. The whole interaction was so much like what happened in cadet school that Maes almost thought--- But then he snuffed that out.
It made Maes' heart hurt.
So once they escaped, Sands asked about jobs. Yeah, a blind guy getting a desk job around here was laughable, but Maes could use someone like him floating about in the seedier sectors. After all, most of the natives here believed disabled bodied meant disabled mind and tend to be looser tongued that way. It had to be some old Nazi German mentality of some sort, and Maes was all for exploiting that. Sands would be of better use either with Anko or in the whore house where the guards frequented. Maybe even in the Temple, but he nixed that one out of his head. He didn't like forcing something like that on people.
Now Maes and Sands were on their backs, staring upwards, more or less, at the back wall of the wardrobe. The ass tried tricking Maes back into the wardrobe, but Maes was all for taking prisoners. After another tussle in the oversized closet, they were now trapped with the doors against the floor and the oddly solid piece of furniture keeping them contained. Just like old times.... At least now, Maes could tell him about the people he trusted. At this point, he wanted to give a little test himself. If Ed, Lina, Lavi and Roxas gave their stamps of approval for Sheldon, then maybe, just maybe he'd have a partner in this crazy scheme that was just as motivated as he was to reform this city.
But now he was tired. He was certain he'd gotten a few cuts from the broken glass of his spects, and with the way Rations was coming up, he woudn't be able to get his prescription renewed until Monday. Saturday was definitely going to be interesting.
Yes, Sheldon earned his beer, this weekend.
[[OOC: Looking for someone or several someones to rescue them! Feel free to harass as well~]]
WHEN: Thursday, May 2nd, 1952
WHERE: Midgard Lobby, in a well constructed wardrobe
FILTER: [OPEN]
WHAT: Sheldon breaks Maes' glasses, traps him in a wardrobe, and now they need someone to get them out.
NOTES: Maes is grumpy because his glasses are dead. Sheldon's being an ass, and uh... someone might have to take a piss? PG
STATUS: [ONGOING]
The last thing Maes wanted to do was to be stuck in a wardrobe with Sheldon Sands.
Okay, maybe the last thing Maes wanted to do was get eaten by zombies, then be stuck in a wardrobe with Sheldon Sands. Though Sands how he got to be stuck in the wardrobe with Sands was interesting enough. No one had explained the zombie thing to the blind agent, so Maes decided to enlighten him on the zombie situation.
That was how they ended up in the wardrobe the first time around.
And Maes really didn't mind. He was amused by it, and in fact silently congratulated Sands on his craftiness to corner him like that. After all, Maes was not the kind of guy to advertize his plans unless one showed interest and effort. Sands definitely showed both, and the man was just about ready to see how involved he wanted to be when Maes' spectacles were accidently on purpose smashed.
Which meant there were two blind men in the wardrobe.
That also meant Maes was going to double his efforts in escaping. Sands was kind enough to wire the doors shut (how he managed that one so quickly, he still hadn't figured out.) Right then and there Maes concluded the man was as much of a bastard as Mustang. It was further confirmed in the wrestling match to gain control over the doors to the wardrobe. The whole interaction was so much like what happened in cadet school that Maes almost thought--- But then he snuffed that out.
It made Maes' heart hurt.
So once they escaped, Sands asked about jobs. Yeah, a blind guy getting a desk job around here was laughable, but Maes could use someone like him floating about in the seedier sectors. After all, most of the natives here believed disabled bodied meant disabled mind and tend to be looser tongued that way. It had to be some old Nazi German mentality of some sort, and Maes was all for exploiting that. Sands would be of better use either with Anko or in the whore house where the guards frequented. Maybe even in the Temple, but he nixed that one out of his head. He didn't like forcing something like that on people.
Now Maes and Sands were on their backs, staring upwards, more or less, at the back wall of the wardrobe. The ass tried tricking Maes back into the wardrobe, but Maes was all for taking prisoners. After another tussle in the oversized closet, they were now trapped with the doors against the floor and the oddly solid piece of furniture keeping them contained. Just like old times.... At least now, Maes could tell him about the people he trusted. At this point, he wanted to give a little test himself. If Ed, Lina, Lavi and Roxas gave their stamps of approval for Sheldon, then maybe, just maybe he'd have a partner in this crazy scheme that was just as motivated as he was to reform this city.
But now he was tired. He was certain he'd gotten a few cuts from the broken glass of his spects, and with the way Rations was coming up, he woudn't be able to get his prescription renewed until Monday. Saturday was definitely going to be interesting.
Yes, Sheldon earned his beer, this weekend.
[[OOC: Looking for someone or several someones to rescue them! Feel free to harass as well~]]