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discedo_logs2012-03-16 12:24 am
letterbombsaway) wrote in discedo_logs2012-03-16 12:24 am
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OPEN LOG for March Madness/Teatime event!
Who: All characters participating in this part of the event! Also, this crazy chick.
Where: The warped tea garden that might be in another dimension but might not be you don't really know there's just flowers all over the place (read: who the hell knows)
When: March 16
Rating: G???
Summary: Plot post explains most of it.
The Log:
Looks like you've made it, curious travelers, to wherever and whatever "it" might be. Seems like a garden. A vaguely tacky garden that may have been sculpted by a colorblind landscape designer or a habitual acid user. Ignoring the chaotic flowerbeds, bright sunlight, and constant rattle of trees in a lazy breeze that could collectively induce a headache, it might actually be a pleasant place to relax. Hell, there's even a quaint little table set up for you!
Tea, toast, jams, cinnamon spreads, a whole assortment of not-quite-filling-but-still-tasty treats await. There's even those cucumber sandwiches that no one really wants to eat but still puts on their plate to pretend to be a classy motherfucker at fancy events.
Go ahead and take a seat. Relax. Then maybe you'll notice the silent films. Hey, at least they've got subtitles. It's not quite The Artist, but it's interesting. Never hurts to learn a bit of history. It might help with the future.
Ah, but no time to be too pessimistic or anxious about the inevitably turbulent future ahead of you. There's that scientist girl. You know the one. Currently she's wearing yet another bizarre hat (see: the plot post), unnecessary sunglasses, and is chewing on some of those cucumber sandwiches. Mouth open, of course. She's the sort of person you know wasn't invited to the party, but doesn't quite get the hint that they should leave. Even worse, she doesn't get the hint that maybe she shouldn't harass the other guests with her opinions on life, the universe, films, and cucumber sandwiches. You'll probably get the feeling that, at some point, this will transpire over the course of the shindig:
Godspeed to those who get extensive conversations with this social pariah.
But, on the bright side, it seems like a lovely day in... wherever this is. May as well mingle with other baffled (and possibly hostile) party goers (read: other characters) and enjoy the day.
[ OOC note: I'll be heading to bed but I'll respond with Evan tomorrow and as comments come in! GO AHEAD AND GET STARTED AMONGST YOSELVES. IT'S PARTY TIME. ]
Where: The warped tea garden that might be in another dimension but might not be you don't really know there's just flowers all over the place (read: who the hell knows)
When: March 16
Rating: G???
Summary: Plot post explains most of it.
The Log:
Looks like you've made it, curious travelers, to wherever and whatever "it" might be. Seems like a garden. A vaguely tacky garden that may have been sculpted by a colorblind landscape designer or a habitual acid user. Ignoring the chaotic flowerbeds, bright sunlight, and constant rattle of trees in a lazy breeze that could collectively induce a headache, it might actually be a pleasant place to relax. Hell, there's even a quaint little table set up for you!
Tea, toast, jams, cinnamon spreads, a whole assortment of not-quite-filling-but-still-tasty treats await. There's even those cucumber sandwiches that no one really wants to eat but still puts on their plate to pretend to be a classy motherfucker at fancy events.
Go ahead and take a seat. Relax. Then maybe you'll notice the silent films. Hey, at least they've got subtitles. It's not quite The Artist, but it's interesting. Never hurts to learn a bit of history. It might help with the future.
Ah, but no time to be too pessimistic or anxious about the inevitably turbulent future ahead of you. There's that scientist girl. You know the one. Currently she's wearing yet another bizarre hat (see: the plot post), unnecessary sunglasses, and is chewing on some of those cucumber sandwiches. Mouth open, of course. She's the sort of person you know wasn't invited to the party, but doesn't quite get the hint that they should leave. Even worse, she doesn't get the hint that maybe she shouldn't harass the other guests with her opinions on life, the universe, films, and cucumber sandwiches. You'll probably get the feeling that, at some point, this will transpire over the course of the shindig:
Godspeed to those who get extensive conversations with this social pariah.
But, on the bright side, it seems like a lovely day in... wherever this is. May as well mingle with other baffled (and possibly hostile) party goers (read: other characters) and enjoy the day.
[ OOC note: I'll be heading to bed but I'll respond with Evan tomorrow and as comments come in! GO AHEAD AND GET STARTED AMONGST YOSELVES. IT'S PARTY TIME. ]
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Though it's questionable how "proper" Evan is, given she's also loudly chewing on some cake. ]
We should compare notes! You know, after the party's all over. Not sure when that will be, but unless we're caught in some kind of time warp it can't be more than a day.
[ Said with a full mouth, of course. ]
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...Yes we should compare notes. It might be beneficial to both of us and the rest of the inhabitants.
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