001: ACTION! ☆ IN WHICH DENMARK IS SO VERY MANLY
Characters: grandiloquenced and You Folks
Location: A fountain in the plaza
Time: Dusk
Style: Action or Prose. I will follow like a boss.
Status: Open like a (Insert preferred metaphor)
Here is what you have to know -
There is a six foot tall man in a ballroom gown, sitting in a fountain with a hand axe.
The bow and small dainty hat that once accessorized his wild, pale vermillion hair has been flung somewhere due East of him. Both heels on his stilettos are cracked and he sneezes like the sound of nuclear weaponry.
“.................................Oh for - ! Wait. Wait a minute.”
For a precious split second he looks as if he is more than a little befuddled. He realizes that he is in a place he does not recognize. By all means this certainly wasn’t Copenhagen any more. In addition, this most certainly wasn’t the venue where the costume ball (which he was already late to - god, he was never going to hear the end of it now) was being held.
But first, he grabs at his chest, at the imitation female bits he had spent all night constructing. There is something more important to be concerned about besides being lost --
“ - WHERE.......WHERE’S MY OTHER TIT?!”
Location: A fountain in the plaza
Time: Dusk
Style: Action or Prose. I will follow like a boss.
Status: Open like a (Insert preferred metaphor)
Here is what you have to know -
There is a six foot tall man in a ballroom gown, sitting in a fountain with a hand axe.
The bow and small dainty hat that once accessorized his wild, pale vermillion hair has been flung somewhere due East of him. Both heels on his stilettos are cracked and he sneezes like the sound of nuclear weaponry.
“.................................Oh for - ! Wait. Wait a minute.”
For a precious split second he looks as if he is more than a little befuddled. He realizes that he is in a place he does not recognize. By all means this certainly wasn’t Copenhagen any more. In addition, this most certainly wasn’t the venue where the costume ball (which he was already late to - god, he was never going to hear the end of it now) was being held.
But first, he grabs at his chest, at the imitation female bits he had spent all night constructing. There is something more important to be concerned about besides being lost --
“ - WHERE.......WHERE’S MY OTHER TIT?!”