[log] chips but no salsa [closed]

[mrcreamsicles]

Characters: Davesprite, Karkat, the Cat, Beckett, Angel, Rhys (the dickcheese one), and Enoch
Location: Building 309
Date: Day 285
Summary: A whole bunch of people meet up, tablet chips get handed off, and maybe pancakes happen.
Warnings: Nothing planned.

309: A house, green on the Geiger counter, that probably should have been redecorated ages ago. Everything looks to be from the 60s or 70s. There was carpeting here, but it's gone now, revealing a locked trapdoor in the bedroom. There's a bedroom, living room, kitchen, and bathroom. "зеленый" is written on the inside of the door. A ration box from the convenience store has been attached to the inside of one of the kitchen cabinets with wood glue. On the kitchen wall beneath it, a message has been painted in black: "i left a ration box here for storing food. if you want to leave rations for the people exploring it should hopefully protect them from radiation. any other supplies can go in the cupboard outside the box. contact davesprite (@featherydouche) if some fucker steals it".

Comments

[phaseshifter]

Hey, I'm still fun!

[ Right? SHE'S ANGEL. FUN ANGEL. WHO LIKES FUN. FUN. ]

You're the un-fun one if you can't see the joy in being rolled around in several layers of softness. You get dizzy! What isn't fun about that.

[ oh god she really has forgotten how to have fun, it's over ]

[headjacked]

Warm and comfy but DEFinitely not "fun".

...unless. Maybe if you started the roll on a bed or something, and rolled off into a pile of pillows? That. Could be kinda fun-like.

[ a d u l t s ]

[phaseshifter]

I'm... going to assume that two pillows doesn't really count as a pile. And that concussion isn't fun, either. You'd know.

[headjacked]

I was being theoretical, there could be any number of pillows. And remember, this is me trying to twist your dizzy-sushi-thing into fun-ness.

[phaseshifter]

Then I guess I have to defer to the fun expert. Fun master? Fun guru?

[ Meaning she will give up her pillows for the cause. Plus the shared blankets. Obviously. SHE'S FUN NOW RIGHT ]

[headjacked]

Fun - fun king, I'm a sucker for the classics, and it IS a fort.

...if we can find enough padding one day maybe we'll try your idea.

[phaseshifter]

Fun king. I like it. It's dangerously close to the eff.

[ PILLOWS RETRIEVED. And flung at Rhys' head because what else would she do with them, gosh ]

[headjacked]

It totally is, especially if you -- [ Rhys catches one pillow, but the second PAFs into his face. Weeeak. ] say it fast enough. Fun king. Funking. Funkingfunkingfunk-way to leave yourself completely disarmed.

[ SUDDENLY COMING ATCHA ANGEL, BOTH PILLOWS RAISED. A FLUFFY DEATH APPROACHES. ]

[phaseshifter]

Whoa, hey! Hey! Projectile attacks are fun, bludgeoning isn't!

[ The only thing she has to hand is the star blanket, so she flings that at Rhys as a distraction as she attempts to scramble out of reach.

It's. Not especially effective. What with it being a half-balled-up blankie. GJ ANGEL ]

[headjacked]

[ the fool hAS JUST FED HIM MORE AMMO,,

Rhys continues to charge with a (kinda high-pitched) bellow and attacks Angel directly, folding her up in the blankie she just sacrified. With pillows as padding on the side as he lifts the shorty up. ]

Admit defeat! Ad-mit de-feat!

[phaseshifter]

NEVERRR!

[ It's. Hard to kick oneself free when you're all wrapped up. Angel tries, fails, and goes full sack-of-potatoes limp instead. ]

You can't hold me here all day, skagbutt.