[ visual ] p-p-placeholder /passes outtaxsharkFebruary 23 2011, 08:33:11 UTC
You are destructive. There was no proposal for zombies! I checked. Twice. We're not supposed to simply spring these things on them, and there are schedules.
[ visual ]timedaughterFebruary 24 2011, 04:41:26 UTC
"HEY. Oh no you don't!" Jenny points fiercely at the towel-clad man. "You're not accepting anything on our behalf. You're putting that trophy in the Sanctuary where it belongs. Got that
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[ visual ]timedaughterFebruary 25 2011, 06:56:11 UTC
"What the bloody hell are you lot doing over there?! Don't you have any checks and fail-safes in place for this sort of thing?! It's bad enough you've got us all locked up here like rats -- and you've done a bang-up job of that -- the least you could do is make sure we're not having to deal with rampant disease!"
At first there is only an exasperated sigh and a roll of his eyes while Jenny talks. Customer service was never really Mayhem's strong suit, especially not when he has to pretend like he cares.
"Look, you would've had rampant disease anyway. The shark wanted to give you all the flu, I just made it a little more interesting."
[ visual ] - anyone is welcome to threadjack herslayersidekickFebruary 24 2011, 19:36:03 UTC
[ Okay, this is seriously creeping Willow out. She hasn't been around nearly long enough for... this level of creepy. Seriously. Creepilicious. Creeptacular, even.
And why did they glitch her and then glitch everything almost at the same time? ]
Um... you can keep your trophy. I don't think anyone wants it.
"A trophy?" The suggestion made DG - exhausted by the stresses of the last week and still unaware of Cain's return - shake with rage. "You think any of us want your trophy?"
She didn't even want their apologies, since they didn't mean anything. She wanted Cain back. She wanted to go home. She wanted their captors - whatever face they were wearing - to pay for what they'd done and the lives that had been lost.
"You think an apology is good enough? You ... you twisted little monsters! If you want to do something useful, send us home! Or at least tell us what you want with us!"
"If you've got time to hatch a trophy for yourself," snapped DG, clenching her fists in helpless rage as she glared at the hamster on the tablet screen, "You've got time to answer my questions."
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[ Citizens, meet the confusion with implementation. ]
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[ the shark does not approve, mayhem. ]
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[ no amber-encrusted bungalow on a beachfront ski resort for you, Mr. Shakey. ]
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This guy sounds kind of sarcastic, Jenny. And it looks like he does his risk assessing in person, what with the black eye and stitches.
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You've got an angry customer over here, Shakey.
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"Look, you would've had rampant disease anyway. The shark wanted to give you all the flu, I just made it a little more interesting."
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And why did they glitch her and then glitch everything almost at the same time? ]
Um... you can keep your trophy. I don't think anyone wants it.
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She didn't even want their apologies, since they didn't mean anything. She wanted Cain back. She wanted to go home. She wanted their captors - whatever face they were wearing - to pay for what they'd done and the lives that had been lost.
"You think an apology is good enough? You ... you twisted little monsters! If you want to do something useful, send us home! Or at least tell us what you want with us!"
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You know, between the creating of undead plagues and subsequent repair.
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What? This is the most fun he's had in centuries.
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Mayhem has a new favorite citizen. Not that he had an old favorite, but that's beside the point.
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If Loki knew he was Mayhem's new favorite, he would...probably still not have the common sense to be worried about that.
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