(Adult) Crackplot time!

[homo_lettuce]

Feeling a bit better after having a good temper tantrum yesterday, Set is bored today and feels like causing a bit of havoc. He's left out a tray of various fruit juices on a table--deliciously tempting in the summer heat, iced fruit juices with little sprigs of mint and vari-colored straws. The effects of these irrisistably yummy juices are as

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[jack_fing_twist]

I like orange. you got orange?

[islandofthesea]

I'd... be careful of anythin' left out like this.

[jack_fing_twist]

shit Ennis. you never drink juice afore?

[homo_lettuce]

*offers guava* Here you go.

[theblondgypsy]

*enters and takes a sip of Watermelon juice* Oh I say! The sky is a lovely shade of green today! And Titus is the most amiable fellow I've ever met!

[vampreposterboy]

He watches all the interaction between the many people with amusement written over his handsome face, his fingers delicately tented up together as he watched the young men. Ah, the simple pleasures in life.

[rockabye_hamlet]

You voyeur.

[vampreposterboy]

He quirks an eyebrow at the man, a soft laugh bubbling from his lips. That laugh was so touchable and pleasant, reminding one of bedrooms filled with the smells of wine and other pleasurable things. "I am simply enjoying the show, monsiuer. No crime in that, is there?" He tilted his head at him, his curls bouncing with the movement.

[rockabye_hamlet]

*amusion* Oh, sweetheart.

[_one_white_tree]

*chooses the watermelon because it smells so good*

*contented smile after a long sip* What crap!

*surprised*

[homo_lettuce]

Not to your liking, sir? *amused smirkity smirk*

[_one_white_tree]

*still puzzled* It tastes like raw sewage.

[homo_lettuce]

Maybe you got a bad batch. Try another flavor? Cherry? Pomegranate? *offers*

[lovednotwisely]

*sips from a raspberry one, being thirsty and an ultimately practical man, and remarks, off-handed* Hast thou any Moorish in thee? -- Wouldst thou like one?

... *bemusement*

[_honest_iago]

*he's passing by, we'll say, and though that takes a moment to register, it does register-- and so Iago chokes and glances around-- are you talking to me?*

*strained* My Lord--

[lovednotwisely]

*smiles to bid him welcome, trying to continue as normal* Pray tell me, o fair angel -- wert thou hurt when thou fell'st from heaven?

[_honest_iago]

*--if Iago's a an angel, he's certainly a fallen one; you're quite right there, Othello--* Good general, sir, I have from nowhere fallen. Mayhap you have-- some bump upon the head? I am no angel.