[log] The Council of Norfinbury [day 67, semi-closed]

[gtfoourgalaxy]

Characters: Everyone who attends the town hall meeting on Day 67 at Building 28, as well as people who phone in. This is a lot of people.
Location Building 28
Date: Day 67, all day for mingle, around midday for meeting
Summary: Snowbos meet up to talk snowplans.
Warnings: Snowplans may result in swearing. House and Jack are present, with all that implies.



[This is your general mingle log for the day! Start toplevels at your pleasure. Below there will be a toplevel for the actual Council of Snowhell.]

Comments

[youarethebandits]

Yeah, you got it. You make one "yo momma" joke, and...

[He shakes his head, sighing deeply at the INJUSTICE OF THE SNOWHELL SYSTEM.]

I didn't even kill anyone, but it turns out the mob justice gets pretty harsh out here. I'd watch myself if I were you.

[notaquaman]

Really? In that case, sounds to me like you're being discriminated against. Somebody must have something against the whole, you know.

[Nathan makes a gestured toward his face.]

Thanks for the heads up, I'll keep my murder-related skeletons in their respective closets!

[He says, loudly. Like it's a joke. When he's not joking.]

[youarethebandits]

[Thanks for pointing out his scar, dude. Jack just fucking loves it when that happens.]

Uh huh.

[notaquaman]

[See, he had the stinking suspicion that Jack might appreciate it! He's just doing his best to make a fellow criminal feel comfortable. Of course, equating the crimes of Nathan Young to that of Handsome Jack is extremely laughable. We can just sweep that one under the rug.]

I'm serious! If this is how they treat you for anything less than murder, I can't imagine what they'd do to anybody they thought had a track record.

[He laughs. Because this whole thing is very funny, naturally.]

'Course, I hear anyone who dies just gets brought back, so it's not like a lynching would mean much in the end, yeah?

[youarethebandits]

Ohh, dying's great. I know, I've done it twice. You really oughta give it a try.

[And now he's smiling too! What a nice, pleasant conversation!]

[notaquaman]

Damn it, so it is true!

[Nathan crosses his arms. Not that he really needed more proof that this was true, but he keeps hoping that things'll swing back around and he'll be the special one again!]

Trust me, plenty familiar with the whole death thing. Dunno if I'd call it great, but you know, popping out of your coffin is always good for a laugh.

[youarethebandits]

Too bad we only get body bags here. You lose so much of the impact when it's not an actual coffin.

[notaquaman]

That's for sure. I mean if you time it just right when someone else zips you open...but it's the principle of the thing, really! There's the whole...

[He makes a strange movement with his arms that's probably supposed to be a play at being grandiose.]

...aesthetic that you get with a coffin.

[He squints, thinking.]

Of course, there's less chance you'll get buried alive if you're in a body bag. And, I'm not being funny, being six feet under and too weak to do that Kill Bill shit? A real buzzkill.

[youarethebandits]

That's one of the pros to this place, I guess. No need to worry about getting buried when the ground's frozen.

[notaquaman]

Huh!

[Nathan puts his hands on his hips.]

You got that right! I didn't even think of it. You're a pretty smart guy, aren't you? Well, not smart enough to not get tied up, but you win some and lose some, yeah?

[He laughs.]

Smart and handsome, you must have to fight off all the ladies.