BBS + action

[kissmydamask]

Right, so I can't be the only one who's noticed that things are getting... a little out of hand, what with the scorch marks, the goo, the Quad pies, the random explosions, the monster dung, the cats --

I'm just going to pre-empt you all and ask what needs to be cleaned up.

- Garden Staff

By the way, can we stick to blowing up cakes and not the toilets

Comments

[tragetea]

[Galatea isn't a big fan of being smacked with scarves. If the guy doesn't fall first, she might grad it and pull him down.]

A girl doesn't like finding strange things in her face.

[kissmydamask]

Whoops, my mistake.

[The Prince hauls up his scarves and tucks them out of the way.]

How's this?

[tragetea]

Better. [But that look is not completely pleased. She's been annoyed and will now proceed to stay that way.]

You look like you're having a grand old time.

[kissmydamask]

Hey, you spend your life running on walls, you get to appreciate the times you can walk. Sure, I'm not sure how long this is supposed to last, but I figure I might as well enjoy it while I can.

[tragetea]

[She raises her brow.]

So you're stuck up there, or did you suddenly learn you have magic spider powers that let you walk on ceilings?

[kissmydamask]

[The Prince shrugs, spreading his arms in an almost placating gesture.]

I wouldn't have minded something fancier, but I've gotta admit, I've got an easier time getting around like this during rush hour.

[tragetea]

[Keep that up and she might just accept him.]

Maybe you need to learn how to fly. Cut out the middle man.

[kissmydamask]

You say that like I haven't tried. I tried, I failed, I'm still trying -- why, you know anyone who can teach me? I'm kind of sick of having to hitch rides, I always get airsick.

[tragetea]

Sorry, I don't think I can throw pixie dust at you. My kind of flying isn't the kind that you can teach.

[She's a natural.]

[kissmydamask]

Yeah, nobody's is... or that's just what they want me to think, but okay! Okay, I'll have to find someone else. If I find someone else -- you fliers're all secret-keepers, and none of you are really trying to prove otherwise.

[tragetea]

What they want you to think? [Do you really think she's lying about it?] Unless you can learn how to control gravity, you're out of luck, Scarf.