The Walls Have... Candied Ears. [OPEN]
Characters: Neku H. (hedgephones) & any rubberneckers welcome 8)
Content: In which Neku kind of blew up the hallway a little. CLEAN-UP DUTY TIEM.
Setting: The Winding Way, miscellaneous hallway near the cabins
Time: ... Sometime today? 8D;
Warnings: Shota, lightly singed. Also a great deal of fail, but that's a given.
Scene: hallway near the crew residences, where one Sakuraba Neku had been minding his own damn business relaxing in the lull that had resulted from Candy Mountain emptying out most of the people aboard.
It now looked a bit like a war zone. There were wide scorch marks smeared across the floor and walls (and the ceiling had been gently browned), soot drifting whenever a breath disturbed the place and, most noticeably, a significant amount of rainbow-colored candy... half-melted onto the walls like bad fingerpaint, and rolling around on the ground to create a slipping hazard. Neku'd done his best to clear a path before he went in search of ice for his poor abused hands, but given the fact that he couldn't even really type at the moment, entropy had swiftly undone his work and erased all trace of it ever existing.
At the moment, he was making his way back up from the kitchens, where after some effort, he'd been able to scrounge up some ice--you put ice onto burns, right? He wasn't exactly in the habit of sticking his hands into blazes in the first place. He was also lugging cleaning supplies, so it was taking him a while to get back to the scene of the crime.
Well, this was a great way to start out the new year.
Content: In which Neku kind of blew up the hallway a little. CLEAN-UP DUTY TIEM.
Setting: The Winding Way, miscellaneous hallway near the cabins
Time: ... Sometime today? 8D;
Warnings: Shota, lightly singed. Also a great deal of fail, but that's a given.
Scene: hallway near the crew residences, where one Sakuraba Neku had been minding his own damn business relaxing in the lull that had resulted from Candy Mountain emptying out most of the people aboard.
It now looked a bit like a war zone. There were wide scorch marks smeared across the floor and walls (and the ceiling had been gently browned), soot drifting whenever a breath disturbed the place and, most noticeably, a significant amount of rainbow-colored candy... half-melted onto the walls like bad fingerpaint, and rolling around on the ground to create a slipping hazard. Neku'd done his best to clear a path before he went in search of ice for his poor abused hands, but given the fact that he couldn't even really type at the moment, entropy had swiftly undone his work and erased all trace of it ever existing.
At the moment, he was making his way back up from the kitchens, where after some effort, he'd been able to scrounge up some ice--you put ice onto burns, right? He wasn't exactly in the habit of sticking his hands into blazes in the first place. He was also lugging cleaning supplies, so it was taking him a while to get back to the scene of the crime.
Well, this was a great way to start out the new year.