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mayfield_rpg2012-04-13 10:22 am
polariity) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-04-13 10:22 am
6 ♊ There is some irony here, we're sure of it
A. Action. 724 Anderson.
[Upon awakening, the Psiioniic notices something. Firstly, there is not a body sans legs cuddling up to him. He kind of misses that, you know. Secondly, while the person who that other body belongs to does have quite a bit of hair, it is not nearly as much as he is feeling all around him right now.]
[And then he realizes who actually has that much impossible hair and promptly wakes up so he can flip his shit.]
[And that, housemate, is why a high pitched voice is cursing up a storm enough to make sailors blush. Psii is currently confused and in an empress' body that has horns too big and too much hair. Kind of panicking right now, not gonna lie. His enormously long horns are knocking into everything, and he's kind of gotten himself tangled up in all that hair.]
B. Phone.
[Pick up the phone, Mayfield residents, and you may hear the voice of one Her Imperious Condescension...]
Wow, and right when I thought you couldn't get more fucked up, Mayfield.
[...Except does she usually swear this much? The Psiioniic is not a happy camper.]
What kind of messed up joke is this? First you did that- that thing with my best friend and now you're shoving me into THIS body? What bullshit are you smok...ing...
[He trails off.]
[There's a long moment of silence.]
[A giggle. An excited giggle. Then, whispered very quietly-]
Messed. Is. This. First. Best. Shoving. Bullshit. Okay, you know what, never mind that. Mayfield, I need all the 'S' words and tongue twisters you can give me.
Now. Thanks.
C. Action, midmorning. En Route to 431 Peepers
[After the initial thrill of finally being freed of a lisp, Psiidence has realized that he should probably go check on his own house and Milla, just to see if she's been bodyswapped too... and also, yeah, to see if that Batterwitch is messing up his body.]
[There's just one problem.]
[And that problem keeps getting trapped around lightpoles, fire hydrants, trees, small animals, and children.]
[Yeah, Psiidence hasn't exactly mastered the art of hair yet. So feel free to come across the poor guy, trying to untangle his hair yet again... usually by going at it with a saw he managed to somehow find.]
[Yep. Leaving behind a trail of massive chunks of hair until he gets to Milla's house, no big deal.]
D. Action. All around Mayfield.
[Having a bit of trouble? You might suddenly find a tall alien woman with a a cute bob haircut, a pretty dress, and a bright smile on her face trying to help you.]
[OR]
[Are you a teenager or a child? Do you look like a teenager or a child? Then you may find that very same tall gray alien woman waving you over!] Hey! Excuse me for a second, come here!
[Upon awakening, the Psiioniic notices something. Firstly, there is not a body sans legs cuddling up to him. He kind of misses that, you know. Secondly, while the person who that other body belongs to does have quite a bit of hair, it is not nearly as much as he is feeling all around him right now.]
[And then he realizes who actually has that much impossible hair and promptly wakes up so he can flip his shit.]
[And that, housemate, is why a high pitched voice is cursing up a storm enough to make sailors blush. Psii is currently confused and in an empress' body that has horns too big and too much hair. Kind of panicking right now, not gonna lie. His enormously long horns are knocking into everything, and he's kind of gotten himself tangled up in all that hair.]
B. Phone.
[Pick up the phone, Mayfield residents, and you may hear the voice of one Her Imperious Condescension...]
Wow, and right when I thought you couldn't get more fucked up, Mayfield.
[...Except does she usually swear this much? The Psiioniic is not a happy camper.]
What kind of messed up joke is this? First you did that- that thing with my best friend and now you're shoving me into THIS body? What bullshit are you smok...ing...
[He trails off.]
[There's a long moment of silence.]
[A giggle. An excited giggle. Then, whispered very quietly-]
Messed. Is. This. First. Best. Shoving. Bullshit. Okay, you know what, never mind that. Mayfield, I need all the 'S' words and tongue twisters you can give me.
Now. Thanks.
C. Action, midmorning. En Route to 431 Peepers
[After the initial thrill of finally being freed of a lisp, Psiidence has realized that he should probably go check on his own house and Milla, just to see if she's been bodyswapped too... and also, yeah, to see if that Batterwitch is messing up his body.]
[There's just one problem.]
[And that problem keeps getting trapped around lightpoles, fire hydrants, trees, small animals, and children.]
[Yeah, Psiidence hasn't exactly mastered the art of hair yet. So feel free to come across the poor guy, trying to untangle his hair yet again... usually by going at it with a saw he managed to somehow find.]
[Yep. Leaving behind a trail of massive chunks of hair until he gets to Milla's house, no big deal.]
D. Action. All around Mayfield.
[Having a bit of trouble? You might suddenly find a tall alien woman with a a cute bob haircut, a pretty dress, and a bright smile on her face trying to help you.]
[OR]
[Are you a teenager or a child? Do you look like a teenager or a child? Then you may find that very same tall gray alien woman waving you over!] Hey! Excuse me for a second, come here!
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[Bluh.]
I don't understand how she can walk around with it. I mean, I never understood, but now that it's me, I keep getting tangled up in it. It's stupid!
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[Lightbulb.]
Why don't you cut it?
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That would piss her off so much, wouldn't it?
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Signless, this is going to be a beautiful day, even if we all die. Just thought you should know.
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Also, define drastic.
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No intentionally frightening the wrigglers for one.
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...Okay define 'frightening'.
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