Posters appear magically all over the school that say:
Midsummer's Festival
When: Tonight!
Where: By the lake
What: A party celebrating the summer solstice.
There will be food, drink and a bonfire! All students are invited.
((OOC: All RPing for the festival should take place in this post.))Down by the lake, there is a large, magical bonfire
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...Though, if anyone were to ask about the astronomical and or/astrocultural implications of the solstice, she certainly wouldn't deny them! Perhaps a discussion of ancient Druid ceremonies repackaged as the nativity of John the Baptist? Anyone? Anyone?
Ah, well. At least she looked nice! She went to the food table, singing the more notable coordinates of the sun’s latitudinal progression under her breath. What? It was a lovely melody!
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Wait, crap. Dax was a co-worker. Quickly, he added, "And that is NOT sexual harassment, because it's the truth, and the truth is neither sexual nor harassing."
The fact that Dax was a tranny had temporarily escaped Michael's mind. Or that he was "gay" and engaged. To Tinky Winky.
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Holy Symbioses Commission! The thing that Michael was carrying...there were no words. Dax instinctively reached for a tricorder, before remembering that said scanner was broken, and that her dress didn't have pockets anyway. "That's quite an animal you've got."
Really, she was just guessing as to Guano's animal nature. He very well could have been an oversized piece of mold.
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"Oh, Guano? He's the best dog ever." He shifted Guano with a slight bounce, and the ugly little dog let out another snort from one end and a little "poot" from the other. "Oh, GOD, Guano, GROSS!" A large dose of fear was evident in his eyes as he looked over at Dax. "Unless Dwight's here with his gas gear, you might want to plug your nose. His farts are lethal!"
Oh, yes. Code Brown Mist! It was beginning to downright reek in the vicinity of Michael and Dax.
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Long story short: her tolerance for foul odors was high.
But she'd never smelled anything like this. There was simply no way that smell could come from one dog. It wasn't possible!
Something to think about when she wasn’t covering her nose, eyes tearing up. "Michael, that's unnatural. What the hell do you feed him?"
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He had been enjoying the party. Shirking his duties. And now Michael was in mortal danger because he had be lax.
Damn himself and his love for cheese trays!
Running over, tripping over his shoes and landing at Michael's feet, Dwight pushed himself up, glasses hanging off of one ear. "DO NOT WORRY, MICHAEL," he shouted, voice cracking with urgency. "I AM FULLY PREPARED."
Digging into the tool belt he wore at all times for just such an occasion, he pulled out a large can of floral-scented air freshener, emptying nearly the entire thing in the general direction of Guno's poo-hole.
If he was lucky, there would be no permanent damage. Oh, God, how could he be so stupid? Giving an extra few sprays for good measure, he nodded to Michael and Dax soberly. "Crisis averted. Guano alert level down to Code Tan."
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Michael, on the other hand, did not take Dwight's intrusion so well, even though he had, just a moment before, seemed to be hinting that it would help. Coughing from within the cloud of floral fog, Michael managed to choke out, "GOD, Dwight, why'd you have to spray the flower one? Now I'm going to smell like a girl all day!"
Still, the air now smelled only vaguely of fart, so maybe it was a good thing. The fact that Michael stopped his grousing was probably a testament to that.
After coughing some more, he looked over at Dax. "Guano is on a strict diet of Tubby Tustard, Crystal Light, Olestra, and chaw."
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This was...this was a lot to process. "Tubby Tustard? Can't say I'm familiar. What are its ingredients?" Dax whished she had a notebook at hand, because there really might have been a paper in this. ‘Gaseous Biochemical Excrement at the Dawn of the 21st century’. Had a nice ring to it!
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