If you love somebody
WHO: Berwald, Feliks, Kai, Raivis, Sindre, Valdi, and Wilm (If I forgot someone, I'm sorry, feel free to add yourself ^^;)
WHEN: 17 May 2011
WHERE: Madame Maime's
WHAT: Operation: MSBTWE (Make Sindre's Birthday the Worst Ever)
OOC: Sort of running this like the bubble tea thread/the rooftop thread, where you can start your own run, and people will interact as they want/need. Here'shoppingthisworks
Cleaning up after a minor nisse spat, Sindre sighed as he glanced at the clock. Today had been almost unbearably slow, with only two customers early in the morning. He had even sent Kai to the breakroom to do whatever he pleased. No sense in having them both on the floor if there was no work to do.
Though he was about to call him out to finish up the cleaning. He had no idea where they had found myrrh, but the smell was starting to give him a headache.
Glancing up from his task, Sindre frowned as he caught sight of a column of smoke rising from the other side of the store. Tossing down his rag, Sindre half-trotted over to the other side of the store.
Only to be confronted with what might have been the most frightening sight he'd ever seen.
Feliks stood at the center of the smoke, giggling as he lit candles, incense, even a few books, anything that was remotely flammable. He had no idea where Feliks would have acquired a unicorn zippo, but he felt an intense burst of pure hatred for whoever aided him in that acquisition.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING" he yelled, stalking toward the irritant. "You can't do tha--you can't burn books."
Feliks started as Sindre yelled, dropping the zippo into a pool of previously-unseen liquid. Whatever it was that Feliks had spilled lit up immediately, flames licking toward the surrounding bookshelves.
Breaking out into a run, Sindre tore toward Feliks, intending to...to do something. Feliks, face panicked, flailed outward, knocking over the shelves holding the candles.
Sindre froze for a split second as he saw the nisse that had ventured out to help with the mess in the path of the falling bookcases. Diving, he pushed them out of the way just in time for the bookcases to slam into him, slamming him against the floor. His head hit the floor with a sickening crack, and for a moment all he could see was pain.
Blinking, Sindre pushed in vain against the floor, trying to gain enough traction to pull himself free. His eyes widened in horror as a double-set of candles fell amongst the books, kindling a fire too near to the conflagration licking its way toward him.
WHEN: 17 May 2011
WHERE: Madame Maime's
WHAT: Operation: MSBTWE (Make Sindre's Birthday the Worst Ever)
OOC: Sort of running this like the bubble tea thread/the rooftop thread, where you can start your own run, and people will interact as they want/need. Here'shoppingthisworks
Cleaning up after a minor nisse spat, Sindre sighed as he glanced at the clock. Today had been almost unbearably slow, with only two customers early in the morning. He had even sent Kai to the breakroom to do whatever he pleased. No sense in having them both on the floor if there was no work to do.
Though he was about to call him out to finish up the cleaning. He had no idea where they had found myrrh, but the smell was starting to give him a headache.
Glancing up from his task, Sindre frowned as he caught sight of a column of smoke rising from the other side of the store. Tossing down his rag, Sindre half-trotted over to the other side of the store.
Only to be confronted with what might have been the most frightening sight he'd ever seen.
Feliks stood at the center of the smoke, giggling as he lit candles, incense, even a few books, anything that was remotely flammable. He had no idea where Feliks would have acquired a unicorn zippo, but he felt an intense burst of pure hatred for whoever aided him in that acquisition.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING" he yelled, stalking toward the irritant. "You can't do tha--you can't burn books."
Feliks started as Sindre yelled, dropping the zippo into a pool of previously-unseen liquid. Whatever it was that Feliks had spilled lit up immediately, flames licking toward the surrounding bookshelves.
Breaking out into a run, Sindre tore toward Feliks, intending to...to do something. Feliks, face panicked, flailed outward, knocking over the shelves holding the candles.
Sindre froze for a split second as he saw the nisse that had ventured out to help with the mess in the path of the falling bookcases. Diving, he pushed them out of the way just in time for the bookcases to slam into him, slamming him against the floor. His head hit the floor with a sickening crack, and for a moment all he could see was pain.
Blinking, Sindre pushed in vain against the floor, trying to gain enough traction to pull himself free. His eyes widened in horror as a double-set of candles fell amongst the books, kindling a fire too near to the conflagration licking its way toward him.