004 || Of Balls and Bruises
Sep. 22nd, 2010 12:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crimsonmischiefPerhaps 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?}
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Date: 2010-09-22 12:54 pm (UTC)[The smile faded almost instantly as she got a good look at his predicament.] You look to be well and truly stuck, and no mistake.
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Date: 2010-09-22 03:25 pm (UTC)Yes, I do seem to have landed himself in quite the tight spot.
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Date: 2010-09-23 12:48 am (UTC)[Quicklog]
Date: 2010-09-23 12:57 am (UTC)Perhaps I need to lose weight after this~
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Date: 2010-09-23 02:53 am (UTC)This might do the trick.
[She paused suddenly, looking over at the stuck man.] By the by, have you a name? Mine is Fred.
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Date: 2010-09-23 03:09 am (UTC)Ah yes, where are my manners?
[And thwunk went another dodgeball against his head. Obviously they'd been knocked clear out.]
Ow... I'm Crimson, it's nice to meet you, Fred-san~!
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Date: 2010-09-23 03:30 am (UTC)Just a little bit... [Fred started to pour the liquid onto the plastic, then frowned. It wasn't spreading very well, mostly dripping onto Crimson. With a grimace of distaste, she started to spread it around the plastic with the first two fingers of her right hand.
She was using too much of it, trying to coat all the plastic she could reach. Annoying... now she would have to buy a new bottle on her way home, as she had snatched this one off the kitchen counter on her way out the door... it was possible Composer or 00 would need it tonight, if they wanted to cook.]
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Date: 2010-09-23 04:06 am (UTC)Reaching behind him, he caught some of the dripping oil on two long fingers before carefully worming them between the plastic of the slid and his body, trying to get as much oil in there as he could.]
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Date: 2010-09-24 06:58 am (UTC)[She grasped Crimson by his hand and his upper arm, braced herself, and pulled]
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Date: 2010-09-24 03:55 pm (UTC)[Quicklog]
Date: 2010-09-24 05:05 pm (UTC)With another relieved sigh, Fred dropped his arm.] Goodness, what a trial. Are you quite alright?
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Date: 2010-09-25 03:49 am (UTC)Yes, thanks to you! I am much obliged~! Perhaps I could properly express my gratitude by buying you a drink or perhaps dinner?
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Date: 2010-09-25 05:25 am (UTC)Well... perhaps just a small drink. If you insist.
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Date: 2010-09-26 08:14 am (UTC)Excellent~! And what sort of drink would you prefer?
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Date: 2010-09-26 02:39 pm (UTC)Hopefully Crimson does understand that... well, anyway.]
Perhaps you should surprise me.
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Date: 2010-09-26 07:18 pm (UTC)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!
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Date: 2010-09-26 10:21 pm (UTC)In that case the first step would be going to the bar, would it not?
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Date: 2010-09-28 01:19 am (UTC)[He paused, looking down at his soiled clothing.]
Ah, perhaps a change of clothes would be in order first?
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Date: 2010-09-29 03:29 pm (UTC)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?
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Date: 2010-10-01 09:19 pm (UTC)We shall~!
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Date: 2010-10-01 10:23 pm (UTC)Lovely.
[[ooc: and I assume we're handwaving that they went to the bar and had a few drinks?]]
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Date: 2010-10-04 05:39 am (UTC)Re: OOC
Date: 2010-10-04 06:15 am (UTC)Re: OOC
Date: 2010-10-04 06:19 am (UTC)Re: OOC
Date: 2010-10-05 03:31 am (UTC)