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crimsonmischief) wrote2010-09-22 12:17 am
crimsonmischief) wrote2010-09-22 12:17 am
004 || Of Balls and Bruises
Perhaps trying to climb all the way up the slide wasn--
[And here a line of ink streaks across the page, as if the writer suddenly took a dodgeball to the head. Which he did.]
--wasn't the best of ideas... Might I possibly trouble anyone for a bit of help please? My butt is getting quite sore under all the balls' loving attentions.
{OOC: Crimson, being the intelligent man that he is, forgot that while he may be a child on the inside, he's mostly definitely not a child on the outside. Which isn't exactly the smartest of things to forget when playing on playground sized for children. Guess who's stuck in this slide, with only his head and one arm sticking out from the top?}
[And here a line of ink streaks across the page, as if the writer suddenly took a dodgeball to the head. Which he did.]
--wasn't the best of ideas... Might I possibly trouble anyone for a bit of help please? My butt is getting quite sore under all the balls' loving attentions.
{OOC: Crimson, being the intelligent man that he is, forgot that while he may be a child on the inside, he's mostly definitely not a child on the outside. Which isn't exactly the smartest of things to forget when playing on playground sized for children. Guess who's stuck in this slide, with only his head and one arm sticking out from the top?}
[Quicklog]
Ah, but I barely know you and it would hardly be much of a thank you if I picked something that you didn't enjoy!
[Quicklog]
In that case the first step would be going to the bar, would it not?
[Quicklog]
[He paused, looking down at his soiled clothing.]
Ah, perhaps a change of clothes would be in order first?
[Quicklog]
Neither of us is exactly dressed their best, but if you wish to change your clothing, we can always stop by your place first. And perhaps mine; if you are going to be in clean clothing, I suppose I should be as well.
[She gathered up her bag quickly, stuffing the near-empty bottle of oil into it and slinging it over a shoulder.]
Now then. Shall we?
[Quicklog]
We shall~!
[Quicklog]
Lovely.
[[ooc: and I assume we're handwaving that they went to the bar and had a few drinks?]]
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