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Mar 08, 2008 16:27


*is bored. if he were a god, he would start a crackplot, but as he's above manipulating people's lives for his own personal amusement, he's just going to screw with them a bit. for no reason in particular. enlisting the help of a headmate (because being chained to a rock cuts down on mobility), he makes several small labels and attaches them to ( Read more... )

prometheus, sagramore, hagbard, edgar huntly

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edgar_huntly March 9 2008, 00:48:05 UTC
He picks up the canister of tea, scrutinizing the label. "What's a crackplot?" he asks no one in particular. "What is 'caffeinated'?"

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le_desirous March 9 2008, 03:00:43 UTC
"Well, that's honest," Sagramore says, poking it.

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edgar_huntly March 9 2008, 03:11:14 UTC
He smiles. "I do like honey--but the rest of it?"

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le_desirous March 9 2008, 03:28:26 UTC
"I don't know. I think it's someone having a laugh at us." He looks a bit amused himself.

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rareradiance March 10 2008, 06:01:42 UTC
When Gabrielle discovers a bit of "crackplot" chocolate, she reads the label, smiles, and continues into the kitchen. She brews herself a cup of tea with plenty of honey, her smile growing. By the time she passes through the doorway and goes outside, she is grinning, absolutely delighted by this idea.

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tanstagi March 14 2008, 06:34:56 UTC
On his search for Licorice victims, Hagbard also passes through the doorway, with that moment's reading hesitation. "hello!" he shouts to Gabrielle, grinning madly and waving a very hairy arm.

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rareradiance March 14 2008, 16:28:22 UTC
"Hello," Gabrielle says, smiling brightly.

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tanstagi March 15 2008, 04:28:49 UTC
"I am Freeman Hagbard Celine, expert engineer and unemployed revolutionary, and you've got an enchanting smile." He holds out his hand--the one empty of licorice that he hasn't eaten yet--and beams.

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tanstagi March 14 2008, 06:31:12 UTC
Hagbard notices the tea first, and grins; then the margarine catches his eye, and he laughs. He begins hunting around the mansion looking for more signs, laughing at most of them--especially the ice cream, though he's not in the mood for ice cream.

The licorice stops him dead, though. Now there's something he needs. He takes a piece and, grinning, begins looking for an Arthurian Knight, Vampire, or Warlord Prince. A good licorice slap ought to teach them to brood, he thinks as he takes a bite.

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