[closed] Out of mind, forget it, there's nothing to lose
Who: boundbytreason and drinkthebleach
When: Jan 20th-24th
Where: The Tower Apartments
Summary: A cloaked magic woman and a drummer with a substance abuse problem are stuck together in a snowstorm for days on end. It's like a sitcom, or a social experiment gone horribly wrong (though seriously, is there a difference between the two?)
Warnings: Probably nothing except for adult language and attempted abuse of cleaning products.
[One of the first things Pickles learned about being in the Port (aside from the existence of monsters and troll narcotics), was he could get away with things he couldn't do in his own world where he was one of the biggest names in the world. Dethklok couldn't just go up to some random woman's home for hot cocoa--well, yeah, they could, but Charles would give them crap about it. And she'd probably turn out to be a psycho fan, tie them up, and try to eat their brains to become one with their souls, or something.
Maybe's he's been a little careless in the last six months. Maybe he should be firmer to ask why she always seemed to appear with a hand to help him, or firmer to say no. But he doesn't care; he doesn't even care that much about hot cocoa (unless it has fucking marshmallows in it). He just didn't want to walk through the snow. He'd gladly accept her cocoa to get out of that mess.
He enters the apartment, and a vague line of tension goes up his back as the unfamiliar surroundings remind him he has to adjust his acquired routine of passing out wherever he landed and giving no fucks. When Pickles almost walks into the living room, he jerks to a stop with a sound of recognition and toes off his wet sneakers inside the door before he keeps going. And as he takes a look around:] You didn't wanna leave the Towers?
When: Jan 20th-24th
Where: The Tower Apartments
Summary: A cloaked magic woman and a drummer with a substance abuse problem are stuck together in a snowstorm for days on end. It's like a sitcom, or a social experiment gone horribly wrong (though seriously, is there a difference between the two?)
Warnings: Probably nothing except for adult language and attempted abuse of cleaning products.
[One of the first things Pickles learned about being in the Port (aside from the existence of monsters and troll narcotics), was he could get away with things he couldn't do in his own world where he was one of the biggest names in the world. Dethklok couldn't just go up to some random woman's home for hot cocoa--well, yeah, they could, but Charles would give them crap about it. And she'd probably turn out to be a psycho fan, tie them up, and try to eat their brains to become one with their souls, or something.
Maybe's he's been a little careless in the last six months. Maybe he should be firmer to ask why she always seemed to appear with a hand to help him, or firmer to say no. But he doesn't care; he doesn't even care that much about hot cocoa (unless it has fucking marshmallows in it). He just didn't want to walk through the snow. He'd gladly accept her cocoa to get out of that mess.
He enters the apartment, and a vague line of tension goes up his back as the unfamiliar surroundings remind him he has to adjust his acquired routine of passing out wherever he landed and giving no fucks. When Pickles almost walks into the living room, he jerks to a stop with a sound of recognition and toes off his wet sneakers inside the door before he keeps going. And as he takes a look around:] You didn't wanna leave the Towers?