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 Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 5:22 pm
*Nods and starts beating the tambourine with the beat Piper started. Picking up the beat .*
*Her voice flowing with Piper's, causing a pleasing melody.*
We are not daily beggers
That beg from door to door,
But we are neighbors' children
Whom you have seen before
Love and joy come to you,
And to you your wassail, too,
And God bless you, and send you
A Happy New Year,
And God send you a Happy New Year.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 5:26 pm
*a burnt up hand with a black ring inches it's way towards them and then turns and snaps it's fingers along*
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 5:26 pm
Good Master and good Mistress,
As you sit by the fire,
Pray think of us poor children
Are wandering in the mire.
Love and joy come to you,
And to you your wassail too,
And God bless you and send you a happy New Year.
And God send you a happy New Year.
::skips a little as he plays the flute to finish the song out::
I think that was rather nice...even if we were only entertaining the security cameras.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 5:33 pm
*Sings with the final verse, taping the tambourine along with the beat. Shaking the tambourine at the end.*
Maybe we'll have better luck. Anyway, Lex can always rewind the....
*Breaks off and looks around.*
I think we should head out. Something feels off.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 5:34 pm
Hm. Well, all right. I always perform better with an audience, anyways. Shall we off to the Bistro, my dear?
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 5:37 pm
*Nods*
Sounds like a splendid idea.
*Wrinkles her nose at the smell of burnt flesh.*
Do you smell that?
*Starts walking towards the Bistro with Piper.*
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 2:46 pm
::walks up, whistling, and instead of just disabling the security systems with a sonic algorithm, uses his brand new key card instead::
Sweet.
::heads up to his own private quarters::
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 8:46 am
To: VooDooQue@netnet.net
From: Greengreengreen@lexmail.com
Dear S,
I don't think it's going to work. My head feels like it's going to explode; there's still so much outside influence that I'm trying to shake off. And it's just so tempting...
You were so right last time, though. Whining is for little girls. I made my bed and now I'll sleep in it (and by the way, since you asked, usually a nightshirt and nothing else).
We'll see if I can pull this off with a happy ending.
In other news, got the d/l you sent me. Usually not a fan of techno, but I have to admit that beat was really damn sexy. I think I'll try to work it into my next 'adventure.'
Still waiting for pix; you know my rule, you don't get to see me till I see you. wink
~Piper
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 9:07 am
*Makes a return to the building with some things and makes his way through it, checking the layout. He finds a suitable room and unpacks there.*
Ahh, home sweet home, heh.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 9:08 am
::looks in through Creed's door::
Your room is next to my studio? Just great. Remind me to order extra noise reinforcement.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 9:12 am
Hartley Rathaway ::looks in through Creed's door::
Your room is next to my studio? Just great. Remind me to order extra noise reinforcement.
*Packs back up and goes to the elevator to find a room on a higher floor.*
Heh, hopefully it won't get blown up this time.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 9:15 am
::lets out a sigh of relief::
That's one odd couple I would NOT want to be half of...
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 7:59 pm
::starts unpacking electrical and sound equipment in his studio, a broad smile on his face::
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 9:44 am
*Sits on the floor in a room of the II building. Leaning back against the couch with two trunks opened before her.*
*All windows and blinds are down and secured for the day.*
*She shifts through the trunk nearest to her. Scowling down at the trunk.*
Hired me to get her into bed? *Grumbles to herself as she works.*
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 10:49 am
*strolls into his lab, his goblin glider under his arm, whistling a rather chipper tune. He puts the Glider on his workbench, and slides on his goblin gloves*
It's about time you got some upgrades...
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