With a little help from my friends!
Who: atrumcanis, cowboy_newsie, and dancing_pierrot
When: Friday, June 3rd
Where: the Super Secret Firehouse!
Summary: Sirius Black confronts his greatest foe... curtains. Oh also Franziska comes over for dinner and Jack cooks and they rescue him from certain death by drapery but think mostly of the curtains.
It was stifling, the sort of stifling that makes one's heart beat faster and faster with a weird and unnatural fear. I will never get out of this, Sirius thought, and then, ouch bugger fuck I just stepped on my own foot.
Franziska was coming over for dinner. That wasn't necessarily strange--Sirius had been out to dinner with her loads of times now--not with Jack present, certainly, but that was just a small altered circumstance. The larger circumstance--Franziska was coming over to dinner at their house, a home-made dinner--made the matter seem more--well, serious. Sirius.
It hadn't been ten minutes. Jack had gone out to meet Franziska, to escort her indoors. Not that she needed an escort, and she would probably flounce about pouting about the very suggestion of such a thing--but she did actually need an escort to at least show her the firehouse, else she would be standing outdoors forever. Which was sort of amusing, and Sirius could just picture the scowl that she would wear as she paced the blank stretch of sidewalk, completely overlooking the enchanted firehouse, but--
Actually, no, he couldn't picture it at all, it was too dark, too stifling, and he struggled uselessly in the inexorable and unyielding grip of the drapery.
How the fuck had this even happened? Ten minutes, and he'd been lying on his bed, completely unconcerned with the state of the firehouse. Of course it was sloppy. It was meant to be sloppy. They weren't girls, they were allowed some sloppiness, and really he could care less what Franziska or anyone else thought--and then the next minute, he was on his feet, putting up curtains. Curtains. As if that would make much of a difference.
They were stolen curtains, but he wouldn't tell her that, and Jack would give him that look, because he'd know. But what reading room needed curtains? Especially heavy red velvet ones--no, those were best suited for their house. And he'd been midway into having them up when he went to straighten one bit, and then--
Well, then he found himself here, here, in the undignified land of Sirius Black tangled in curtains. Tangled in curtain, unable to find his way out--somehow all twisted and knotted and confused, and they would be coming back at any minute, but still, Sirius couldn't work this out, couldn't find his way out of the stifling velvet.
"I'm going to die here," he said aloud. It came out more myiam mowin fo dyyyhur, thanks to a mouthful of velvet. Mothballs, this was what mothballs tasted of. Disgusting.
When: Friday, June 3rd
Where: the Super Secret Firehouse!
Summary: Sirius Black confronts his greatest foe... curtains. Oh also Franziska comes over for dinner and Jack cooks and they rescue him from certain death by drapery but think mostly of the curtains.
It was stifling, the sort of stifling that makes one's heart beat faster and faster with a weird and unnatural fear. I will never get out of this, Sirius thought, and then, ouch bugger fuck I just stepped on my own foot.
Franziska was coming over for dinner. That wasn't necessarily strange--Sirius had been out to dinner with her loads of times now--not with Jack present, certainly, but that was just a small altered circumstance. The larger circumstance--Franziska was coming over to dinner at their house, a home-made dinner--made the matter seem more--well, serious. Sirius.
It hadn't been ten minutes. Jack had gone out to meet Franziska, to escort her indoors. Not that she needed an escort, and she would probably flounce about pouting about the very suggestion of such a thing--but she did actually need an escort to at least show her the firehouse, else she would be standing outdoors forever. Which was sort of amusing, and Sirius could just picture the scowl that she would wear as she paced the blank stretch of sidewalk, completely overlooking the enchanted firehouse, but--
Actually, no, he couldn't picture it at all, it was too dark, too stifling, and he struggled uselessly in the inexorable and unyielding grip of the drapery.
How the fuck had this even happened? Ten minutes, and he'd been lying on his bed, completely unconcerned with the state of the firehouse. Of course it was sloppy. It was meant to be sloppy. They weren't girls, they were allowed some sloppiness, and really he could care less what Franziska or anyone else thought--and then the next minute, he was on his feet, putting up curtains. Curtains. As if that would make much of a difference.
They were stolen curtains, but he wouldn't tell her that, and Jack would give him that look, because he'd know. But what reading room needed curtains? Especially heavy red velvet ones--no, those were best suited for their house. And he'd been midway into having them up when he went to straighten one bit, and then--
Well, then he found himself here, here, in the undignified land of Sirius Black tangled in curtains. Tangled in curtain, unable to find his way out--somehow all twisted and knotted and confused, and they would be coming back at any minute, but still, Sirius couldn't work this out, couldn't find his way out of the stifling velvet.
"I'm going to die here," he said aloud. It came out more myiam mowin fo dyyyhur, thanks to a mouthful of velvet. Mothballs, this was what mothballs tasted of. Disgusting.