Thirty-Third Hex - [Voice/Action]
[The journal feed cuts to Draco staring at his journal with a mug of coffee in his hand, snorting in disbelief as he's reading the message that's appeared there. It also appears as though he doesn't quite realize there is smoke slowly billowing out of his ears and nose, like some sort of dragon.]
This is ridiculous. 'Stop smoking. Or start. Whichever you're not doing. There's someone living in your walls, and he's pissed. Your next career: ventriloquist'? Absolutely ridiculous! If I was going to pick a career, I would hope it's something--
[And he abruptly cuts himself off. He's just come across the last portion of his horoscope.]
...'Stick to tea. Coffee is making the tumor bigger'.
I don't have a ruddy tumor! ...I hope not, at least. [Yes, he's peering at that mug suspiciously now before nonchalantly setting it down and pushing it as far away as possible.]
Is anyone else taking this seriously? Tell me this is just someone who grew a tad too bored and went about making everything up to drive the rest of us mad.
[And suddenly there's a loud yell coming from somewhere to Draco's left. He looks over, and he's vaguely wondering if it's Arumat, but...Arumat's room is the other way.]
Though...should a man actually turn up in my walls, what would be the best way to dispose of him? Best to be prepared in any case.
[After spending the morning in his house holding arguments with the man in the wall and looking through the kitchen cabinets for another drink, residents can find Draco in a few places today. He'll start at the grocery store, trying to find something to drink that isn't coffee. In fact he might have all of his options spread out on the floor as he examines them all. After his trip to the grocery he'll be wandering the plaza, determined to get away from the person in the walls for a little while. The smoke is much more prominent though as it spirals up and into the air from his ears and nose.
And if he finds someone that would make for an excellent ventriloquist dummy? He may have to consider it.]
This is ridiculous. 'Stop smoking. Or start. Whichever you're not doing. There's someone living in your walls, and he's pissed. Your next career: ventriloquist'? Absolutely ridiculous! If I was going to pick a career, I would hope it's something--
[And he abruptly cuts himself off. He's just come across the last portion of his horoscope.]
...'Stick to tea. Coffee is making the tumor bigger'.
I don't have a ruddy tumor! ...I hope not, at least. [Yes, he's peering at that mug suspiciously now before nonchalantly setting it down and pushing it as far away as possible.]
Is anyone else taking this seriously? Tell me this is just someone who grew a tad too bored and went about making everything up to drive the rest of us mad.
[And suddenly there's a loud yell coming from somewhere to Draco's left. He looks over, and he's vaguely wondering if it's Arumat, but...Arumat's room is the other way.]
Though...should a man actually turn up in my walls, what would be the best way to dispose of him? Best to be prepared in any case.
[After spending the morning in his house holding arguments with the man in the wall and looking through the kitchen cabinets for another drink, residents can find Draco in a few places today. He'll start at the grocery store, trying to find something to drink that isn't coffee. In fact he might have all of his options spread out on the floor as he examines them all. After his trip to the grocery he'll be wandering the plaza, determined to get away from the person in the walls for a little while. The smoke is much more prominent though as it spirals up and into the air from his ears and nose.
And if he finds someone that would make for an excellent ventriloquist dummy? He may have to consider it.]