Keeper of the Sherbet Lemons
Flit: so.... how's that doom gloom, everyone-is-going-to-die-by-my-hand thing going for you?
*Flit absently twirls a toothpick--remnant from her attack on the finger food--about her fingers*
Ariel: Oh, well, you know, it's kind of a lonely job.
Flit: Really? wow, i'd thought you'd have so many people sucking up to you, you'd never be lonely.
Ariel: Well, i wouldn't call them good friends and all, they can kinda get annoying, so i'm sometimes drawn to killing them.
Flit: Oh *steps away slightly*
Ariel: *hesitant*You know... i don't actually kill everyone...
Flit: *pauses to think, about her the music picks up into a fast dance. she shrugs*Wanna dance?
*Ariel and Flit start dancing*
*Swallow runs over and dives behind Rebecca, narrowly missing Tegan*
Rebeca: What is this? 'Everyone hide behind Rebecca day?'
Swallow: Sorry Bec, They spotted me *Smiles pleadingly*
Rebecca: OK, on one condition
Rebecca: You dance with me again later.
Swallow: Fine by me. So, did I see you talking to Rushton before?
Rebecca: Antagonizing, actually. He didn't stick around long. My date is over there *points* somewhere, crushing someone elses toes, and I can't move without exposing you two to death, for you, and a fate worse than death for Tegan. So I'm stuck.
Rebecca: Hmmm... I could throw them at Rushton I suppose. I don't have anything better to do *Reaches out to pick out a miniature spring roll*
Matty: Hey Bec, Dance?
Rebecca: *Pulls hand back* I'd love too, but I'm protecting two friends from mortal peril.
Matty: I'm sure they'll be fine. Jow's vanished and Rushton and Gilbert are outside, looking for him.
Rebecca: Oh, well, come on then! *Pulls Matty towards the dancefloor*
All right. Who pinched my Roland???
Pinched him where?
*returns to grammar-related faint in the punch bowl*
Mar 18, 2006, 12:57pm[/url], DragonMornir[/url] wrote:DM: *Waltzes past with Ariel on arm, dazzling him with her gorgeous beauty, twirling, spinning, and dancing accross the dancefloor*[/quote] Looks like what i said got missed... oh well.... [img]http://s2.images.proboards.com/sad.gif" alt=":(" border="0"/>
DM:Where did Ariel go?? one second he was dancing with me next minute he was..... [img]http://s2.images.proboards.com/huh.gif" alt="???" border="0"/>
*plonks on chair, grabs a drink from the bar and relaxes watching everyone dance* I wonder who else is up for a dance if people are going to come and go magically like that..... * glances around the room* hmmm im going to put more lippy on ( being girly and a typical Libran, its only fitting heheh) * sashays off to the little girls room, drink in hand *
*Is dancing with Matty, when she hears a sudden commotion*
Rebecca: Did you hear that?
Matty: Yup. What's going on? *Both turn towards the noise, which is coming from the other side of the dance floor. Muffled shouts of "Gypsy" "How dare you!" and "Calm down!" can be heard*
Rebecca: Oh Lud! Looks like Mr. Piggy and Gilbert have found Swallow. I knew I shouldn't have left!
Matty: Mr Piggy? and what did Swallow do?
Rebecca: Rushton. And he kissed Elf
Rebecca: Not you too!
*Races after Matty, who has run off towards the fight, looking vengeful*
Freya: *Hears the commotion and races outside after Rebecca, followed by most of the dancers and staff* Oh my lud.....
Rebecca: *Arrives at the scene to find Rushton, Matty, Gilbert and Swallow brawling. None seem to sure about who they're actually supposed to be hitting* Lud! Someone, help me break them up!
Dameon: Sorry, gotta go. Too many negative emotions.
Rebecca: Useless Empath! Where's a coercer when you need one...
*wanders over to punch bowl with Louis still in tow*
Louis: an' tha's what's wrong with young folk these days. Take wee beasties though, they will always gi' ye the time o' day. Reminds me o' the time I wen' to Sutrium to see a feller 'bout a wash tub...
*sees Bunne in a dead faint and revives her by handing her an apostrophe*
One should always be prepared for grammar related emergencies
Bunne: I see you've brought Hagrid
Rigel: Actually it's Louis Larkin
Bunne: *looks Louis up and down* So it is! Though the dodgy accent could have fooled me!
Rigel: I should have brought a Buff Kiwi
Bunne: Or a crunchie bar at the very least.
Rigel: Indeed, even a pyromaniac Bachelor of the Year would liven things up.
Bunne: *snorts* I think Thom would be better
Louis: *peers nearsightedly at Bunne* An' who is this young lady?
Bunne: *sweeps into a bow* Buneater, Lady of the Fonts
Louis: I knew a font family in Guanette. Wen't by th' name o' Sans Serif. I think that young demon Ariel were related. *scowls in Ariel's direction, who is still dancing with Flit*
Bunne: *to Rigel as an aside*That was a terrible pun my dear
Rigel: Don't I know it.
*Rebecca looks around frantically for some help in breaking up the fight*
Domick: *Runs up* What's happening?
Rebecca: Long story. Can you do something about them?
Domick: Of course *Coerces Matty and Gilbert to start beating up Rushton. Swallow, of course, has a natural mindshield*
Rebecca: *Warningly* Domick...
Domick: Killjoy! Fine! *Coerces Rushton, Matty and Gilbert to stop fighting* Happy?
Rebecca: Thankyou. Now, I believe I need a drink. Someone else can stop them from trying to kill each other again. This Ball is surprisingly stressful...
*Wanders over to join Rigel and Buneater*
*As Squirt has nothing else to do she decides to hover around Swallow, Matty, Rushton and Gilbert, ready to break up another inevitable fight.*
*loses interes now the fight is over so joins Rebecca, Rigel and Buneater at the punch bowl*
All this drinking and no one's eaten a thing!
*Orders 20 pizzas (meat, vego, Hawaiian, and BBQ chicken!)*
*Attempts to sneak past Maruman*
Maruman: Not so fast! I have to annouce you!
Rilla: Can you not? My dress isn't finished yet. And I wanted to gatecrash.
Maruman: But you have your ticket!
Rilla: So? *tries to hide ticket*
Maruman: *mutters about stubborn humans* OK, I'll wait until your dress gets here.
Rilla: It might take a while. For some reason, Paint isn't liking me right now.
Rilla: Oh look! Here it comes!
*Rilla goes off to change. There is the faint sound of sawing and hammering*
*She comes out again*
Maruman: That's not a dress! That's just an incredibly colourful skirt and a black top!
Rilla: So what? I'm free to wear what I like!
Maruman: And what's with the white background?
Rilla: I told you paint was playing up.
Maruman: *sighs* Fine. Can you go in now?
Maruman: Ladies and Gentleman I present to you Rilla, who is quite annoyed with Paint right now...
*Accepts nibbles from waiter and waits for something big to happen*
bugger! forgot to order any pizza without pineapple!
*Picks off bits of pineapple and starts chucking them at anybody and everybody!*
Mwa ha ha!
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Ariel: Are all the balls here this uncivillised?
Flit: Err.... welll.... *shuffles slightly*
Ariel: It seems entirely repulsive, all this fighting.
Flit: Well, Ariel, you used to tease dogs into a violent rage so they were more animal than dog *thinks for a second* i mean more human than dog *pauses again in thought* okay, rampaging vicious crazed killers.
Ariel: And what would you call them? *Ariel points at the brawlers*
Flit: Er... well.... *shrugs*
Ariel: Flit, you and i should go away, leave this place. You don't belong among these brawling sub-creatures.
Flit: Now hang on *stops swishing for a second and take her hand from his* they may be horrible spellers, grammar murderers, brawlers and pineapple throwers but they are my friends.
Ariel: But Flit, you can make new friends where we go
Flit: Where we go? You mean Sutrium? I'm sorry Ariel, but i'm an Ober girl. I'm afraid my heart is here, I could never leave.
Ariel: And I could never stay.
Flit: *sighs delicately* Oh Ariel, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m afraid we can never beÃ¢â‚¬Â¦
Ariel: If thatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s how you feel. *bowing with all the grace of a gentleman, Ariel leaves*
Flit: *sighs as she stares after his disappearing form, through the crowd standing around the brawl, and then out the door. She then shrugs* falling for a sociopath never does anyone any good.
*Flit steals a pizza, the only one without pineapple (by fluke) and yet to reach SquirtÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s attention. She then heads over the Rigel, Buneater and Louis.*
Flit: Well then, my friends, care to place a wager?
Buneater: Oh Flit! Chickens to see you! I notice you managed to find a left shoe
Flit: Amazing, isnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t it?
Louis: WhatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s the wager on?
Flit: That I can all kick your butt in cards.
*Flit hands the pizza off to Rigel, sweeps the table cleanÃ¢â‚¬â€punch bowel and allÃ¢â‚¬â€and draws up some chairs. From a concealed pocket in her skirt, she pulls out a pack of cards and sits down on a chair*
Flit: Gin anyone?
Rigel: One does prefer a c0cktail at these affairs. *in an aside to Louis* be a darling won't you and rustle me up something with an umbrella in it.
Bunne: No doubt he'll come back with the coat stand.
Rigel: *sighs* Hopefully he'll get into a conversation about pigs on the way.
Flit: Speaking of hogs... share that Pizza around won't you.
Rigel: *Bites Flit*
Flit: *Bites Bunne*
Bunne: Ooooow! Hey!
Flit: Sorry, I thought it was a game of chinese whispers.
Rigel: I think I'll wager this folorn piece of pineapple that seems to have dropped on the floor.
Flit: Capital! and you Bunne?
Bunne: Go fish: I have the professor in the conservatory with the wrench
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Flit: Think she might have had too much of that punch?
Rigel: Well she was fainting in it for a while. Probably a good thing you tossed it on the floor.
Flit: Yes... hang on, where is it?
*while they were talking, the punch drew itself back together, and lifted up, bowl and all to settle on the table*
Bunne: That's a tough punch.
Flit: *pulls out a card-sharp hat, complete with see-through green visor and a cigar* right, deuce is wild, polka dots are pink and there's a sheppard in my bedroom.
Flit: Not civilised enough for him. *lights cigar and immediately goes into a coughing fit. Bunne takes the cigar and tosses it into the punch. *
*the punch dissolves the cigar*
Bunne: That's a scary punch.
Flit: Kinda cool though, i have an urge to put a collar about it and call it Trevor
Bunne: We could teach it to do tricks!
Rigel: And take it to carnivals!
*punch bowl sits up and begs for more*
Bunne: *tosses cherub centerpiece at punch bowl*
Trevor: *swallows cherubs in a puff of purple smoke*
All: *draw back*
Flit: Beautiful picture Rig!
Rigel: Indeed, I think I captured the curve of the spine very well.
Bunne: Spines being very wild creatures of course.
Rigel: Of course *shows off tranquiliser dart*
Trevor: *patters about on the floor*
Flit: I think he's rather cute
Bunne: *whispers to Rigel* She has a thing for psychopaths
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Flit: Sociopath dearest Bunly, they tend to be so much cleaner. With psychopaths you're always cleaning blood off your clothing.
Flit: No no, i'm joking! i'm joking! seriously!
Bunne: *turns back to her cards* So... do you have a King?
Rigel: Nope, but i do have this fine pair.
Bunne: *Investigates pear* It really is quite a lovely sample.
Rigel: I was thinking of making fruit salad, but Rilla won't give me her persimmion. I think she left it at home.
Trevor:*eats Flit's left shoe*
Flit: Oh goddamn it!
Turks: Look I'm serious who stole Roland??? We're legally married you know!!
*stalks off to injure adulterer....*
Bunne: It seems he has a sole now.
Rigel: Come to the light Trevor!
Trevor: *consumes chandelier and candles*
All: *move their chairs two feet to the left*
*Spends half an hour getting up-to-date with the goings on of the ball*
Hmmm... What should I do?
*Looks around for any cute Ober-related guys*
*There being no free Ober-related guys, looks around for the food tables*
Ah! There they are! *Sidles past punch bowls and Rushton/Swallow/Matty/Gilbert brawls and makes her way to the hedgehog slices*
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Flit: Do you think something is wrong with Trevor?
Bunne: What makes you say that?
Flit: Well, i just saw him eating Wanderer's cloat, and now he's acting kinda strange.
Rigel: Like how he's wearing half a mask and is now prancing about with a handful of roses in a cape?
Flit: No... i was talking about how he goes up to everyone in white and yells "Sing!"
Bunne: He can speak? My, what a talented punch bowl.
*Out of no where a river suddenly bursts through the floorboards, startling the brawlers out of their brawl, and making the others stand up on the tables.*
*Trevor suddenly appears, using a pole to push the boat along*
*Flit, Rigel and Buneater stand at the edge of the river, watching Trevor row over. He stops the boat right in front of them. Shrugging, they all climb in*
*Trevor pushes the boat along, and through a conveniently placed dark archway*
Bunne: It just occured to me, how is Trevor pushing the boat along when he doesn't have any arms?
Rigel: I have no idea, Bunly, but sing sing SING!