The Rift has decided to act up during the fourteenth of February. It inflicts people with embarrassing and ridiculous Valentine-holiday-related things
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It's bad enough that she's stuck in some alternate dimension. But even worse? Chicago. Because, no, it can't be Manhattan. Anna's just a little bit cranky about this fact.
And it being her least favorite holiday of the year makes it even better! Little does she know that every time someone checks her out or makes doe eyes at her, they're going to turn into little pink teddy bears.
Don't worry, Anna. John isn't going to be one of the creepers checking you out. He's only stopped because he's...amused by the pink teddy bears on the floor surrounding her. Who doesn't love teddy bears, indeed!
Not that he's one to talk, since Disney-animated birds are following him wherever he goes, often bursting into song whenever they feel like it.
No, really. "Looks like you and I are in the same boat, Miss."
Anna's having a hard enough time dealing with the fact that she's no longer in Manhattan, on top of coming to terms with falling through a dimensional rift. And now, she's realizing just how many guys check her out at any given time because, well, there's a rather impressive collection of little stuffed bears all around her.
Which is just begging to inspire a rant - that is, until she hears birds and looks up to see the first man all day that hasn't turned into a teddy bear at the sight of her. For which, John, she thanks you.
John scratches the back of his head awkwardly, not blaming her one bit for her reaction to the Rift's mucking things up. She's a Wanderer, and an angel like him can easily tell that, so it isn't hard to put two and two together. "Not that this is much of a consolation, but--Rift pulls this kind of crap for holiday-related events. It usually only lasts the day."
Meaning the teddy bears will go back to being people once the clock strikes midnight, most likely, and learn a thing or two about checking people out on the street.
Not that John blames them. She's a beautiful woman, but he's very much taken, and well--distracted by the birds.
Hey Rain we heard you like rain so we gave you some rain for your rain...corpsedisposalFebruary 19 2011, 10:16:54 UTC
Rain is scowling on a park bench, knees drawn up to her chest, huddled underneath a black umbrella. Her entire plan for the day has been ruined. She can't go steal things, she can't go back to the Kashtta, and she can't train.
You see, there's a giant pink neon cloud above her head. And out from its cottony softness it is pouring candy hearts down on her. Since the moment it saw her step outside, the cloud attached itself to the space above her head and begun showering its chalky messages of love upon her. "EAT ME," "LOVE ME," "FAVORITE," "U R 2 CUTE," they say.
She's long since given up trying to outrun the fluffy pink menace, and so there is a small mountain of the candies bouncing off the umbrella and piling up on either side of her. It had occurred to her that she might be buried alive beneath them, and that would probably be the least metal way to die. So above the candy mountains she's conjured up two human-sized stormclouds to dissolve it all into a soupy pastel river flowing into the drain system. But the candy keeps coming
( ... )
Dylan has also been 'gifted' with a confectionery-type power for the day. Ever since she headed outside a couple of hours ago, everything she's touched with her hands has turned into solid chocolate. The archangel then proceeded to turn into an overgrown four year old, dashing everywhere and making things turn chocolate for her to eat.
But the time she comes across Rain in the park, she's busy munching on a chocolate newspaper. She's reeling from a sugar-high, bordering on delirious. The running and squealing earlier hasn't helped.
She catches sight of the pink cloud, and then the rain clouds. She notes that the girl's a Wanderer, so she quickly works out what's going on. She stands for a long while, staring in shock - the sugar-high jitters are so bad, she can't barely stand still.
"W-what are y-y-yo-u doing?" she asks, flailing a little, "Y-you're ruining... per-fect-ly g-good candy!"
"Good?" she snarls at the hyper redhead, "There's nothing good about these! They're just chalk and sugar combined with corn syrup, and it's disgusting!"
At her words the candy cloud sags and turns a darker shade of pink. It's depressed. It has only been existing for a few hours, but within this newly born soul it knows without any doubt that it is madly in love with this girl. So much that it hurts, and all it can do to express its affection is pour candy on her. But she's flushing all its gifts away. She won't even look at the candies, let alone eat them.
"B-but it's free!" Dylan wails back, still trembling on the spot, "Free candy is good, c-cos it's free!!"
And then she notes the pink fluffy cloud sag and change colour. The hand that's not holding onto her chocolate newspaper goes to her mouth in worry. She bites onto her fingers and shakes her head furiously. "No it's not!"
Dylan flings the chocolate paper away and scrambles forward onto the bench next to Rain. She stands, reaching up for the sad candy cloud. She might be getting drenched by Rain's rainclouds, but she doesn't care.
"D-don't be sad, Mr. cloudy," she croons, flailing her arms in a comforting motion at the cloud. "Pleeease," Dylan looks down at the Wanderer and frowns, "You upset the cloud, you hurt it's f-feelings... that wasn't very nice,"
While Cassie knows herself to be a little bit sappy, since she's already sent her Valentine's day cards earlier that morning. But by mid afternoon, the rift's totally messed with that. And now she's just gone over the top.
She's been skipping around Kashtta for hours now, like some kind of cupid: Barefoot, and wearing nothing but a white dress and flowers in her hair. What happened to her actual clothes, she's not sure, but nor does she care either.
Cassie skips around the entire building, singing and giving out hugs, roses, kisses and romantic advice to every single person she sees. Because the world needs all the happy right now.
Anne's never been big on celebrating Valentine's day.
Then again, she's never had anyone she wanted to celebrate it with. She used to be a very anti-social ducky. No friends and no boyfriend meant little reason to find any excitement when it came to celebrating the day.
She laughs as she spots the pretty blond twirling and singing around the Tower.
Taking the rose that is offered to her, she gives Cassie a genuine smile. "Thank you! Having a good day so far?"
bawwww, Anne <3starryeyed_cassFebruary 21 2011, 01:45:13 UTC
Cassie's knows this girl, from a very long time ago. They met once in the Piano Room, but she's never seen her since. But that's alright because she's here now!
She hugs her, "You're most welcome!" she says, grinning and swaying on the spot. She actually can't stop moving. Some part of her needs to be swaying, as if to music. "Oh, yes! Everything wonderful today!"
Readjusting one of the flowers in her hair, she smiles bashfully, "Soooo, have you given any Valentine's out today?"
she wanted to come out and play! :DuponthewiresFebruary 21 2011, 02:02:15 UTC
Chicago's evil, Cassie! It gives everyone so much grief that time passes and one hasn't seen would-be friends otherwise. Clearly, this needs to be remedied right away.
Anne laughs quietly and hugs her back. She may be a shy thing, but she's still a girl and hugs are nice! "That's good to hear," she says honestly. After the days Chicago has been having lately, it's relieving to see there can be days like this one.
She smells the rose and turns back to Cassie. "It's beautiful," she answers, and then she shakes her head with bashfulness of her own. "No, not yet but... I want to! I'm just really bad at finding the perfect gifts, you know? Not that I'd know for sure they'd be perfect but you want to give someone the... best gift you can."
She makes all the sense, clearly. "Do... you have a Valentine?"
Doyle's not one for Valentine's Day. Not by a long shot. He was too embarrassed to give anything to Cordelia on the day last year when he was back home. But this time, the rift's made sure he's doing something. He was just minding his own business, smoking and drinking until a sudden urge him him.
And so he's down on one knee to the first person he sees, serenading them. His voice is low and heartfelt as he almost-drunkenly croons through a certain well-known song:
"The smile on your face lets me know that you need me. There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me. The touch of your hand says you'll catch me, where ever I faaall~..."
Aside from Halloween, Christmas, and Saint Patrick's Day (because who doesn't love an excuse to pinch someone), Valentine's was one of Tonks' favorite holiday. There was chocolate. There were racy things to be sent and received. There was even more chocolate and a shocking amount of pink and red. Really, what wasn't there to love?
And so it was, that on Valentine's Day, that Tonks was coming out of a shop. She smiled at Doyle. Chicago, while not London, had no lack of cute boys to ogle, there at least was that. Tonks wasn't expecting him to drop to a knee and start serenading her. She almost tripped over him. Tonks might have been mad but he was cute, he was serenading her (even if he was drunk), and it was Valentine's Day.
And then as he finishes, Doyle suddenly looks up curiously at the woman. An awkward grin creeps up on his lips. He's not quite sure what just happened, but something's messing with him. It makes him feel all mushy inside and it's a struggle not to keep serenading her.
"Alright there, darlin'" he pauses with a grin, "Wotcher," He's familiar with a little London slang, but it's been a while.
"Uh.. sorry 'bout that," He rubs the back of his neck, "Don't know what came over me... I'm normally not singin' til I'm lyin' in the gutter," He cringes and shakes his head, "Fancy 'air do, by the way,"
Yeah, he prefers St. Patrick's Day. For obvious reasons. Hey, he's just patriotic, that's all.
Oh, he was Irish as well as cute. Well, that just made things better, didn't it? She almost felt as though she had found her 'people' in that Doyle wasn't a Yank.
"Oh, I'm fine. Are you alright? I'm a bit of a klutz, piece of advice for the future, don't stop suddenly in front of me. I might not be able to stop. I might land up on top of you and not in the fun way either." There was really no way to tell if Valentine's was the cause of her behavior or if it was just her on her own.
"There are better places to lie than in the gutter, mate. Trust me, my mind's there plenty enough." Tonks smiled. "Thank you, I can tell you have good taste. Not many men appreciate the color pink. I'm Tonks by the way, or Dora if you prefer."
Jo Harvelle does not like bartending on Valentine's Day. Everyone sees it fit to tell her their sob story. I thought he was the one! I can't believe he cheated on me with my best friend! I really thought we'd work it out this time. The girl can't be sympathetic when other shit's going down that's far more important, you know what she's saying?
Anyway. The Crowbar seems to be a mix of mush and spit-swapping and just a dash of heartbreak.
Which isn't the real reason she's annoyed.
The real reason she's annoyed is no one can say hello to her without this song playing in the background, seemingly out of thin air.
She'll serve you your drink and give you music, apparently.
Sonny is around. He has been observing the shenanigans all day, and he has mostly been amused by them. It's more entertaining than watching and listening to people swap spit all day. He could tell them all to cut it out, but all this making out is good for business.
He has been observing Jo's predicament for awhile.
It's why in a moment of lull, he'll walk up to her and say, "Hello Jo." And then he sways to the music when it clicks on. "Just wanted to hear the song."
Jo's picking up empty beer bottles when she hears the greeting. It is, of course, followed immediately after by the song blasting at full volume. More than a feeling, when I hear that song they used to play, I begin dreaming...
Looks are sent her way. Jo meets them with daggers in her eyes and the patrons immediately look away. Some people know what's best for them.
"Real funny," she bites out, gaze drawn to Sonny. A hand's placed square at her hip. It means business.
Sonny smirks at the look on her face when the song comes on again over the airwaves. He cannot keep himself from smirking. This is all entertaining to him, and he has trouble hiding the fact.
"Yeah, I thought so."
He clears his throat. Right, these women are ... somewhat intimidating when they're angered.
"If it makes you feel any better, I don't think it's permanent. Most likely one of those 24 hour things brought to you by Valentine's Day."
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And it being her least favorite holiday of the year makes it even better! Little does she know that every time someone checks her out or makes doe eyes at her, they're going to turn into little pink teddy bears.
...Who doesn't love teddy bears?
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Not that he's one to talk, since Disney-animated birds are following him wherever he goes, often bursting into song whenever they feel like it.
No, really. "Looks like you and I are in the same boat, Miss."
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Which is just begging to inspire a rant - that is, until she hears birds and looks up to see the first man all day that hasn't turned into a teddy bear at the sight of her. For which, John, she thanks you.
"One great fuckin' boat."
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Meaning the teddy bears will go back to being people once the clock strikes midnight, most likely, and learn a thing or two about checking people out on the street.
Not that John blames them. She's a beautiful woman, but he's very much taken, and well--distracted by the birds.
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You see, there's a giant pink neon cloud above her head. And out from its cottony softness it is pouring candy hearts down on her. Since the moment it saw her step outside, the cloud attached itself to the space above her head and begun showering its chalky messages of love upon her. "EAT ME," "LOVE ME," "FAVORITE," "U R 2 CUTE," they say.
She's long since given up trying to outrun the fluffy pink menace, and so there is a small mountain of the candies bouncing off the umbrella and piling up on either side of her. It had occurred to her that she might be buried alive beneath them, and that would probably be the least metal way to die. So above the candy mountains she's conjured up two human-sized stormclouds to dissolve it all into a soupy pastel river flowing into the drain system. But the candy keeps coming ( ... )
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But the time she comes across Rain in the park, she's busy munching on a chocolate newspaper. She's reeling from a sugar-high, bordering on delirious. The running and squealing earlier hasn't helped.
She catches sight of the pink cloud, and then the rain clouds. She notes that the girl's a Wanderer, so she quickly works out what's going on. She stands for a long while, staring in shock - the sugar-high jitters are so bad, she can't barely stand still.
"W-what are y-y-yo-u doing?" she asks, flailing a little, "Y-you're ruining... per-fect-ly g-good candy!"
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At her words the candy cloud sags and turns a darker shade of pink. It's depressed. It has only been existing for a few hours, but within this newly born soul it knows without any doubt that it is madly in love with this girl. So much that it hurts, and all it can do to express its affection is pour candy on her. But she's flushing all its gifts away. She won't even look at the candies, let alone eat them.
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And then she notes the pink fluffy cloud sag and change colour. The hand that's not holding onto her chocolate newspaper goes to her mouth in worry. She bites onto her fingers and shakes her head furiously. "No it's not!"
Dylan flings the chocolate paper away and scrambles forward onto the bench next to Rain. She stands, reaching up for the sad candy cloud. She might be getting drenched by Rain's rainclouds, but she doesn't care.
"D-don't be sad, Mr. cloudy," she croons, flailing her arms in a comforting motion at the cloud. "Pleeease," Dylan looks down at the Wanderer and frowns, "You upset the cloud, you hurt it's f-feelings... that wasn't very nice,"
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She's been skipping around Kashtta for hours now, like some kind of cupid: Barefoot, and wearing nothing but a white dress and flowers in her hair. What happened to her actual clothes, she's not sure, but nor does she care either.
Cassie skips around the entire building, singing and giving out hugs, roses, kisses and romantic advice to every single person she sees. Because the world needs all the happy right now.
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Then again, she's never had anyone she wanted to celebrate it with. She used to be a very anti-social ducky. No friends and no boyfriend meant little reason to find any excitement when it came to celebrating the day.
She laughs as she spots the pretty blond twirling and singing around the Tower.
Taking the rose that is offered to her, she gives Cassie a genuine smile. "Thank you! Having a good day so far?"
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She hugs her, "You're most welcome!" she says, grinning and swaying on the spot. She actually can't stop moving. Some part of her needs to be swaying, as if to music. "Oh, yes! Everything wonderful today!"
Readjusting one of the flowers in her hair, she smiles bashfully, "Soooo, have you given any Valentine's out today?"
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Anne laughs quietly and hugs her back. She may be a shy thing, but she's still a girl and hugs are nice! "That's good to hear," she says honestly. After the days Chicago has been having lately, it's relieving to see there can be days like this one.
She smells the rose and turns back to Cassie. "It's beautiful," she answers, and then she shakes her head with bashfulness of her own. "No, not yet but... I want to! I'm just really bad at finding the perfect gifts, you know? Not that I'd know for sure they'd be perfect but you want to give someone the... best gift you can."
She makes all the sense, clearly. "Do... you have a Valentine?"
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And so he's down on one knee to the first person he sees, serenading them. His voice is low and heartfelt as he almost-drunkenly croons through a certain well-known song:
"The smile on your face lets me know that you need me. There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me. The touch of your hand says you'll catch me, where ever I faaall~..."
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And so it was, that on Valentine's Day, that Tonks was coming out of a shop. She smiled at Doyle. Chicago, while not London, had no lack of cute boys to ogle, there at least was that. Tonks wasn't expecting him to drop to a knee and start serenading her. She almost tripped over him. Tonks might have been mad but he was cute, he was serenading her (even if he was drunk), and it was Valentine's Day.
"Wotcher, that means hello."
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And then as he finishes, Doyle suddenly looks up curiously at the woman. An awkward grin creeps up on his lips. He's not quite sure what just happened, but something's messing with him. It makes him feel all mushy inside and it's a struggle not to keep serenading her.
"Alright there, darlin'" he pauses with a grin, "Wotcher," He's familiar with a little London slang, but it's been a while.
"Uh.. sorry 'bout that," He rubs the back of his neck, "Don't know what came over me... I'm normally not singin' til I'm lyin' in the gutter," He cringes and shakes his head, "Fancy 'air do, by the way,"
Yeah, he prefers St. Patrick's Day. For obvious reasons. Hey, he's just patriotic, that's all.
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"Oh, I'm fine. Are you alright? I'm a bit of a klutz, piece of advice for the future, don't stop suddenly in front of me. I might not be able to stop. I might land up on top of you and not in the fun way either." There was really no way to tell if Valentine's was the cause of her behavior or if it was just her on her own.
"There are better places to lie than in the gutter, mate. Trust me, my mind's there plenty enough." Tonks smiled. "Thank you, I can tell you have good taste. Not many men appreciate the color pink. I'm Tonks by the way, or Dora if you prefer."
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Anyway. The Crowbar seems to be a mix of mush and spit-swapping and just a dash of heartbreak.
Which isn't the real reason she's annoyed.
The real reason she's annoyed is no one can say hello to her without this song playing in the background, seemingly out of thin air.
She'll serve you your drink and give you music, apparently.
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He has been observing Jo's predicament for awhile.
It's why in a moment of lull, he'll walk up to her and say, "Hello Jo." And then he sways to the music when it clicks on. "Just wanted to hear the song."
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Looks are sent her way. Jo meets them with daggers in her eyes and the patrons immediately look away. Some people know what's best for them.
"Real funny," she bites out, gaze drawn to Sonny. A hand's placed square at her hip. It means business.
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"Yeah, I thought so."
He clears his throat. Right, these women are ... somewhat intimidating when they're angered.
"If it makes you feel any better, I don't think it's permanent. Most likely one of those 24 hour things brought to you by Valentine's Day."
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