.. I'm totally not going to have a better time to do this.

[taennyn]

So!

Spark me, please!

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Wild Roses
an introductory/cover letter so over-the-top ridiculous that it actually serves its purpose (Jared)
a smell so bad it's almost impossible to work around (Trickwood Unification, Hernén, Donel, Ruadhan)
toothy grins (Trickwood Unification, Hernén, Donel, Ruadhan)
confessions! confessions! (Some Kind of Love

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[billradish]

a pumpkin charm or trinket

a mouse in one's hair

snow caught in eyelashes

a smell so bad it's almost impossible to work around

"a pumpkin charm or trinket" - unknown modern

[taennyn]

"If you start saying things like 'O Great Pumpkin' I may be forced to hurt myself laughing."

"Says the man who has a Flying Spagetti Monster on his keychain--"

"Hey, don't knock the Noodly Appendages--"

She grinned a pointy, pointy grin. "You don't want me to take that to its logical extension, my friend, you really don't."

He considered the grin, considered hitting back with the Great Green Tendrils, then decided no, no he didn't want to go there. "So why do you have a pumpkin on your keychain?"

"Party favour from the convention--DAW's booth was handing them out like candy for one of their current authors."

".... You have a Seanan McGuire keychain?"

"Apparently?"

He chuckled. "Then one, it really is a Great Pumpkin charm, and two, we best hope she doesn't actually manage any sort of complicated ritual magic using those."

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[billradish]

*cackle* <3

"a smell so bad it's almost impossible to work around" - Trickwood Unification, princes

[taennyn]

"This may," Ruadhan panted, trying desperately not to take the deep breath his body wanted him to, "be the most disgusting thing you've ever involved me in."

"That I've ever--" Donel cut himself off for much the same reason as his little brother, glaring, then took another tiny puff of air, eyes watering. "This is the most disgusting thing I've ever been involved in at all."

"Less talk," Hernén put in, slogging in between them to heave at the rotting edge of the bloated carcass' ribcage, "more work." As he tore off another piece and tossed it vaguely towards Ruadhan, they all felt Geoffrey catch it and yank.

"Why isn't he down here with the rest of us?" Ruadhan asked after they ripped off a bigger chunk and threw that too, shielding just a little too late to miss another wave of smell and a shower of pieces

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[billradish]

His aim was off, but their reflexes were good

So very much communicated, right there. *snerk* Makes me curious about the whale carcass, and why it needed dealing with.

Re: "a smell so bad it's almost impossible to work around" - Trickwood Unification, princes

[taennyn]

:)

The whale carcass, I believe, had beached/washed up Right Next to a navy facility and was bloating to the point of there being a v. real threat of it asploding all over Everything.

So Ulysse, being somewhat evil, delegated the job of getting rid of said to Hernén.

Re: "a smell so bad it's almost impossible to work around" - Trickwood Unification, princes

[taennyn]

They do--there's youtube footage of it. It is Not Pretty.

(:))

Re: "a smell so bad it's almost impossible to work around" - Trickwood Unification, princes

[taennyn]

The princes agree with you and would like to veto any POSSIBLE returns to this arena of activity.

"a mouse in one's hair" - Deaths, the Morrigan

[taennyn]

She woke slowly, much more slowly than had been habit recently--the roar of a cannon or the shouting of men were both of them extremely effective means of pulling her from sleep--and took the time to roll over lazily on her borrowed bedroll.

A muffled squeak somewhere near her ear made her pause, then sit up and start combing her fingers through her hair, pulling bits of straw and feathers free before she happened across the fur.

Claws pulled as she closed her fingers around the mouse's body and tugged it free of her curls, the squeaking growing terrified.

She considered the mouse, then tossed it gently away from her bedroll. It vanished into the shadows of the ancient castle, and she heard the scrabbling die away.

She stood, stretched, twisting herself in four different directions until she was satisfied that every joint that would crack had, then toed on her shoes and went looking for her current favourite soldier.

Re: "a mouse in one's hair" - Deaths, the Morrigan

[billradish]

<3 Very matter of fact about that. Which makes sense.

Re: "a mouse in one's hair" - Deaths, the Morrigan

[klgaffney]

hee. i like the indifference, it says volumes. a mouse is lucky that she is so accustomed to sharing quarters with vermin that it's unremarkable.

Re: "a mouse in one's hair" - Deaths, the Morrigan

[taennyn]

Indeed!

... Hopefully not in the house?