BBS + action

[kissmydamask.livejournal.com]

Right, so I can't be the only one who's noticed that things are getting... a little out of hand, what with the scorch marks, the goo, the Quad pies, the random explosions, the monster dung, the cats --

I'm just going to pre-empt you all and ask what needs to be cleaned up.

- Garden Staff

By the way, can we stick to blowing up cakes and not the toilets? I'm serious, no one's going to be happy if I end up marking those out of bounds.

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[Sounds like someone's jogging along the ceiling! Oh, but wait, that would be defying gravity -- oh, but wait, the Prince doesn't care about that.

Look up and receive a faceful of scarf:

> Yes
> No
> How about a falling Prince instead?

Careful, he's kind of heavy...]

(OOC: Thanks to the superpowers event, the Prince gets to reject gravity at will whenever he decides to go wallrunning/ceiling crawling/Spidermanning -- well, moreso than usual. Expect to see him abuse this at every given opportunity.

Please let me know if you'd rather avoid having the Prince falling on your character -- if it just makes things awkward and unfunny, then we can skip that. Also, he'll be making an extra effort not to crash down on any women. Menfolk, however, are in for it.

ALSO ALSO kids on detention, feel free to jump in and complain. He'll be calling on you for help :|b)

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[xnotarunt.livejournal.com]

[ So enter reaper and ermine walking around when... hey, did it just get a little dark here? Ermine stares up a moment before hopping off his partner's shoulder and trying to get some distance. ]



Yeah? What's u-- WHAT?!

[ So she holds her arms out just in time to catch him and she does... amazingly so... yet that doesn't last very long. After a few seconds, she falls over, dropping him.

Have a reaper cushioning your fall. ]

[kissmydamask.livejournal.com]

WhoaaAAAA --!

[Okay, he hadn't planned on that, but it's better than breaking his back, right... He scrambles off her as quickly as he can to help her up -- she'd managed to break his fall, but TINY GIRL IS TINY.]

Oh, uh -- sorry, this -- usually this happens the other way around, sorry -- are you okay? Did I break anything?

Wait, scratch that, did you?

[xnotarunt.livejournal.com]

[ Sheepish grin and pulling herself up with a teeny thanks before dusting herself off. ]

Ya mean... you get squished by ladies? But I'm okay... and doesn't look like anything's bruised on you.

[ and back comes the ermine, scampering back onto his partner's shoulder. He leans over, glancing at the two of them. ]

[tragetea]

[Galatea isn't a big fan of being smacked with scarves. If the guy doesn't fall first, she might grad it and pull him down.]

A girl doesn't like finding strange things in her face.

[kissmydamask.livejournal.com]

Whoops, my mistake.

[The Prince hauls up his scarves and tucks them out of the way.]

How's this?

[tragetea]

Better. [But that look is not completely pleased. She's been annoyed and will now proceed to stay that way.]

You look like you're having a grand old time.

[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

[And eventually...

...there is an elf trying to catch the falling Prince. He doesn't know why he's doing it. It's a very odd sort of instinct. And it's probably not going to end well.]

[kissmydamask.livejournal.com]

[Nope, because the Prince is not used to being swung around by elves rather than crazy flying desert women. Whatever happens, he backs up quickly, much less keen for physical contact than he would be with his usual life-saver.]

Uh, hey, thanks for that, but -- are you feeling okay? Not that I'm not grateful, but you don't exactly strike me as the rescuing type. At least, not for guys like me.

[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

[Good, because Fenris doesn't actually want contact either. For a moment, he just sort of stares at the Prince, blinking.]

...something told me you were in danger. That it was important to rescue you.

[The puzzled expression fades into a scowl.]

Is this more of that woman's foul magic?

[hypocriteonjl.livejournal.com]

[Huh? Where did this scarf come from? Gavril looks up to see the source of the fabric, and wasn't expecting a body to be coming with it.]

What the..?!

[Attempts to catch the falling prince before he hits the ground. Don't worry about hitting him, Gavril is pretty sturdy.]

[kissmydamask.livejournal.com]

[Which is awesome, because the Prince is something like six feet worth of practical muscle. Once he realises just who's holding him, he tries to get to his feet and step away, uninterested in hanging on.]

Thanks! Sorry about that, I didn't see you there.

[hypocriteonjl.livejournal.com]

Oof! [But is successful in making sure he doesn't hit the ground.]

Is not problem at all! Why are running on ceiling, is wet problem with floor?

[focusedfate.livejournal.com]

[Cid's not especially fond of a Prince running along the ceiling or a Prince landing on top of him. He doesn't care all that much for a Prince floating in mid-air, either, but it's better than having to catch him.

Telekinesis--a handy thing, that.

In any case, Cid flips the Prince so he's right-side up, shifts him a few feet away from himself, and then promptly lets him fall.

...At least it's not too big a drop?]

[kissmydamask.livejournal.com]

[Okay, this is especially weird. The Prince rolls as he lands, instinctively using the momentum against gravity's sudden attempt to break his back. Again.]

Thanks!

You got the hang of yours pretty quickly, didn't you?

[focusedfate.livejournal.com]

An act borne of necessity, I assure you.

[He gestures briefly at the ceiling with one hand.]

Were you practicing as well?

[waylights.livejournal.com]

[ If there's anyone who'd be unfazed by RANDOM SCARF, it's this lady. In fact, she takes the material daintily in hand and tugs on it, very lightly, like a bell. Ding ding, hello up there!

She's dressed in all blacks from her chin to her ankles, black boots and black gloves. The expression on her face is something along the lines of: :CCCCC. Princess needs hugs. ]

[kissmydamask.livejournal.com]

[Oh hey, it's that one person who hasn't tried to strangle him with his own scarves.]

...hey, Princess.

[He takes a couple of steps and crouches on the ceiling, pushing off as though to handstand. Instead it lets him sever whatever's holding him there and drops him neatly on the floor in front of Elika. The Prince approaches, holding his arms out to fold her into a hug.]

Doing okay? Does anything hurt?

[wingsofvirtue.livejournal.com]

Oh!

[ Remember that tiny, delicate-looking sixteen-year-old girl from the dance?

She's catching you with absolutely no effort, Prince. ]

Are you alright?

[kissmydamask.livejournal.com]

[HOW EVEN. The surprise isn't enough to stun him into holding still, but there's still a second's worth of delayed reaction.]

You know, somehow I think I should be asking you instead. Are all girls this sturdy where you come from?

[shurikenfemale.livejournal.com]

[Cissnei's trying to get a feel for the place, figure just what the hell this is all about when she runs into nothing but scarves. She looks up and crosses her arms when she sees this man just jogging on the ceiling. Well, it's not like gravity ever made sense in her home world too much either.]

Impressive.

[kissmydamask.livejournal.com]

Haha, you think so? Just when I thought nobody cared any more...

[subjected]

[ Did the Prince really think he'd manage to escape people falling on top of him just because he gained the ability to walk above them? If so... well, he'll kind of have to guess again, because when he happens to wander into a patch of slightly darker area up there, somehow--

There's a surprised noise somewhere between a gasp and a squawk in a female voice as something distinctly person-sized suddenly materializes right out of the man's shadow... and then promptly slams into him as gravity takes hold in the opposite direction.

He wasn't looking forward to a graceful return to ground-level anyway, right? Right? ]

[kissmydamask.livejournal.com]

[Oh, no, why would he ever do that? It's not like he doesn't enjoy not breaking his back or anything. First he's flattened with a shout of surprise, and then gravity decides to dump them both back on the ground. The Prince has enough wits about him that he tries to swing Claire around so that he doesn't crush her on the way back down, though the same probably can't be said for Claire -- the Prince is trying to land in a way that doesn't break anything, rather than trying to catch her.]

[northswains.livejournal.com]

[fldjfnbdsjlfsgkjdg ASHE MAD. ASHE SCREECH. ASHE PUSH THE PRINCE.]

U-Ugh! Girroff thees eenstahnt! [Get your butt of her face, Prince, she can't speak right!]

[kissmydamask.livejournal.com]

[WOW ASHE IT'S NOT LIKE HE WANTS YOUR FACE THERE EITHER]

Crap, crap -- sorry! Sorry, I didn't mean to do that --