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 Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 8:17 pm
*Looks up at the rafters.*
So there's no s**t flinging monkey hiding up in there? Excellent.
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 8:19 pm
*Danny frowns at Lucas.* See, this guy. He looks like a Black Lantern.
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 8:19 pm
::sashays in, muttering to himself::
Rassafrassin' demigods....stupid Question...
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 8:19 pm
neutral I have no idea what you're talking about.
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 8:21 pm
*Chuckles lightly as she hears the conversation going on in the other room. Closes the fridge and puts the empty blood bag in a safe trash can.*
*Takes a sip of her glass and smiles as someones scent reaches her. Arches her brow and debates a few moments if she should turn around or let Kate sneak up on her.*
*Gives in and turns around. Smiles up at Kate warmly.* You're late.
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 8:21 pm
*Turns to Ketch.*
Say that again. Really. Go on.
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 8:23 pm
*Sits in a corner with a blanket warped around him*
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 8:23 pm
::pulls out his flute and starts playing all of his rats out of their hiding places. The rats dance to the music as they line up behind him::
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 8:24 pm
*Enters the bistro on his mobius chair. Selecting a spot in the corner of the bistro Metron watches the others.*
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 8:24 pm
Hartley Rathaway ::pulls out his flute and starts playing all of his rats out of their hiding places. The rats dance to the music as they line up behind him:: *notices the rats* Hey Piper.
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 8:25 pm
*Smiles sheepishly.*
Absence makes the heart grow fonder?
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 8:28 pm
Lucas Trent *Turns to Ketch.*
Say that again. Really. Go on. What's wrong? Hard of hearing? I said "THIS GUY. HE LOOKS LIKE A BLACK LANTERN." Seriously. Have you seen one? Or a reflective surface?
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 8:30 pm
*Taps his chest.*
No, I haven't. But I'd be happy to pull your heart out of your chest if it would make you feel better.
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 8:30 pm
::stops playing as he pulls out a screwdriver and starts adjusting the rat's collars::
Cho. I notice a rather alarmingly high number of "Outsiders" in here. You're not planning on jumping me again, are you? Bad enough I have the Question breathing down my neck...
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 8:32 pm
No I'm not. And just to clear things up I didn't have any plans to jump you the first time.
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