[Suddenly it's the inside of a partially painted room, chairs and tables against one wall, and glass-fronted cases beside an old-timey cash register on the other. Al looks about as defeated as a metal suit can look, and sinks into a chair.]
---yes. [Exasperated sigh.] I'm sure. I'm really, really sure.
[Dawn's voice is heard off-forge, a little too
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[someone did not touch a single piece of his basket....]
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Refilling bottle! 's the weeeeeeirdest thing. [Laugh] Didn't you get a basket? Pfffft! We're FINE! The wine makes the almechy funner!
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-wait a sec, did you say alchemy? Isn't that like driving, doing it while drunk's a really fucking bad idea?! [he might be a tiny slightly panicked at the idea. Who knows what can go wrong after all...]
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--alchemy! Not even any cars here!
OHMYGOD I SHOULD SEE IF WE COULD GET A RIDE ON HELEN'S MOTORBIKE!
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She drank so mmm...
She drn...
She drank so much i'dn'know if there's any rrr...
..rrrroom for water.
Alcheky.
Um. Alchemy.
Al. Chemy.
Al! That's MY name! Whoa.
I do that. Alchemy. It's not dang'rous, it's jusht....
What was I saying?
Do I know you?
Hey, Dawn! Where's Miss Kitty?!
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