For the Whales!
((Open RP in the Great Hall. Backdated to Chance and Dax's Meetup at Ravenclaw.
It had been a rather pleasant evening for Dax and Chance. They met at the Ravenclaw bar, had some thinly veiled girl-talk, and generally enjoyed one another’s company.
That was until they had a drink of the purple stuff. Now, the formerly hygienic, productive scientists were sitting on the floor of the great hall, with hastily decorated posters tacked up behind them that read:
"AURA CLEANSING THING. GREENPEACE THING. FOR THE WHALES."
"BROWNIES. FIVE DOLLARS. FOR THE WHALES."
Dax was strumming some godforsaken protest song, on a lute. This was quite odd, as Dax had never seen a lute before in her life. But there she was- in dreadlocks and vegan shoes, strumming a lute. Chance was in no better condition.
Dax stopped playing for a moment, picked up one of the stolen mineral samples mystic crystals lying on the ground, and stared at it as best she could. The spell seemed to be affecting the more cognitive portions of the Trill's brain. Stoned!
"So, if they, like, sign up for Greenpeace, does that cleanse their aura? Or is that what the crystals are for? ‘Cause the crystals are mystic...and auras are mystic...and that’s totally mystical. Like the whales."
It had been a rather pleasant evening for Dax and Chance. They met at the Ravenclaw bar, had some thinly veiled girl-talk, and generally enjoyed one another’s company.
That was until they had a drink of the purple stuff. Now, the formerly hygienic, productive scientists were sitting on the floor of the great hall, with hastily decorated posters tacked up behind them that read:
"AURA CLEANSING THING. GREENPEACE THING. FOR THE WHALES."
"BROWNIES. FIVE DOLLARS. FOR THE WHALES."
Dax was strumming some godforsaken protest song, on a lute. This was quite odd, as Dax had never seen a lute before in her life. But there she was- in dreadlocks and vegan shoes, strumming a lute. Chance was in no better condition.
Dax stopped playing for a moment, picked up one of the stolen mineral samples mystic crystals lying on the ground, and stared at it as best she could. The spell seemed to be affecting the more cognitive portions of the Trill's brain. Stoned!
"So, if they, like, sign up for Greenpeace, does that cleanse their aura? Or is that what the crystals are for? ‘Cause the crystals are mystic...and auras are mystic...and that’s totally mystical. Like the whales."