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[The video flicks on. Time for phase two of Sarah's plan to get the Barge back to its old, less angsty self. She's leaning on the desk, arms folded, and looking very pleased with herself.]
I want to thank everyone who showed up Tuesday night, and especially whoever helped me stumble back to my room at three a.m. Next time, Thursday, I'm going to leave the bartending to you. Impressive. Really.
[And smile.]
I was going to come on here and talk about how everyone's been incredibly negative and violent recently. I even worked out a highly educational lecture to segue my way into a discussion about how optimism could have a negligible but present effect on the ebb and flow of complex systems in phase space, but those of you who understand what phase space is won't care about optimism, and those of you who are optimistic probably don't care about chaos theory.
It really wouldn't have been anything but technobabble, anyway. Optimism doesn't influence complex systems in phase space. We have enough pontificating going on around here, and it's clearly not working.
[Prologue! WHEEE! She grins, shakes her head, and leans off-camera and sits up again, holding a water balloon.]
Instead, I'm going to just hit people with water balloons.
I think it's only appropriate that I initiate a game.
[Gallows humour? Never! She makes a mocking grimace and tilts her head, tsking.]
Maybe not appropriate. But definitely fitting.
[She bounces the balloon thoughtfully, then grins again. It sloshes around a bit.]
If you're interested in playing, these are the rules:
Anyone who complains over the network over the next week gets hit with one of these.
If you have your own ammunition, join in. Otherwise, it'll just be me, stalking you every time you gripe.
[Pointedly:]
No one hits Elphaba.
[She laughs - it comes a lot easier than it has been recently.]
And it does start as of right now. All complaints filed in response to this communication will be counted.
[Edit to Add:]
No one hits Rayne, either. Though I think she might rip your arms off if you tried it, anyway, so it should really go without saying.
[Private to the Admiral]
What are the odds you'll give me, say, twenty more packages of water balloons and one of those super soakers kids use at the pool?
Or a paintball gun?
[Private to Amanda]
You're not exempt. Complain, and I'm hitting you with a water balloon. Poodle.
[OOC: No, Sarah hasn't gone crazy. She's just blowing off steam. Anyone interested in joining in, I am open for spam/logs throughout the week (until Monday), or you can assume she stalked and targeted your character, whether successful or not. She does have good aim, though. She will be avoiding throwing them when Elphaba and Rayne are around.]
I want to thank everyone who showed up Tuesday night, and especially whoever helped me stumble back to my room at three a.m. Next time, Thursday, I'm going to leave the bartending to you. Impressive. Really.
[And smile.]
I was going to come on here and talk about how everyone's been incredibly negative and violent recently. I even worked out a highly educational lecture to segue my way into a discussion about how optimism could have a negligible but present effect on the ebb and flow of complex systems in phase space, but those of you who understand what phase space is won't care about optimism, and those of you who are optimistic probably don't care about chaos theory.
It really wouldn't have been anything but technobabble, anyway. Optimism doesn't influence complex systems in phase space. We have enough pontificating going on around here, and it's clearly not working.
[Prologue! WHEEE! She grins, shakes her head, and leans off-camera and sits up again, holding a water balloon.]
Instead, I'm going to just hit people with water balloons.
I think it's only appropriate that I initiate a game.
[Gallows humour? Never! She makes a mocking grimace and tilts her head, tsking.]
Maybe not appropriate. But definitely fitting.
[She bounces the balloon thoughtfully, then grins again. It sloshes around a bit.]
If you're interested in playing, these are the rules:
Anyone who complains over the network over the next week gets hit with one of these.
If you have your own ammunition, join in. Otherwise, it'll just be me, stalking you every time you gripe.
[Pointedly:]
No one hits Elphaba.
[She laughs - it comes a lot easier than it has been recently.]
And it does start as of right now. All complaints filed in response to this communication will be counted.
[Edit to Add:]
No one hits Rayne, either. Though I think she might rip your arms off if you tried it, anyway, so it should really go without saying.
[Private to the Admiral]
What are the odds you'll give me, say, twenty more packages of water balloons and one of those super soakers kids use at the pool?
Or a paintball gun?
[Private to Amanda]
You're not exempt. Complain, and I'm hitting you with a water balloon. Poodle.
[OOC: No, Sarah hasn't gone crazy. She's just blowing off steam. Anyone interested in joining in, I am open for spam/logs throughout the week (until Monday), or you can assume she stalked and targeted your character, whether successful or not. She does have good aim, though. She will be avoiding throwing them when Elphaba and Rayne are around.]