[BBS & ACTION! The Action is open for 4th wall, BBS isn't] Let's keep the party going

[fierybluebird]

[First on the BBS this message will appear:]

Hey everyone! My Pops is here! You might have seen him, they managed to shrink him from twenty-five feet to like 9 or 10, but he still has his trademark mustache!

We're going into town for drinks. Don't worry, I know how skittish that would make the locals, so we'll have it outside a little away from civilization, Grell and I will just buy the drinks and bring them over to him.

Everyone's invited though, eh! Bring your friends from back home too!

[And then true to his word, Marco will be throwing the biggest block party ever with as many drinks as they can buy/steal/acquire. Feel free to come, bring food, share some drinks, gawk at the freaks, whatever you're in the mood for. Marco himself will be basically walking on air perpetually. Omg his Daddy's alive! (Insert fanboy screaming here.) Threadjumping is encouraged all over this, go wild!]

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[fierybluebird]

I'll see if I can make it bigger next time.

[papa_beard]

GURARARARA! You think you can, eh?

[fierybluebird]

Hell yeah. Since the next one might be my wedding. What do you think? Think you can stick around enough for it?

[papa_beard]

You want me to officiate it, right? Don't care what I have to do, I'm staying here for that wedding.

[fierybluebird]

Yup!

Hah... thank you Pops! [HUGS.]

[papa_beard]

[All the hugs for his duuuuumb little son.]

Glad I can be here for it, kid.

[fierybluebird]

Me too! [Kind of giggles. He is so damn giddy.] And then I'll have a ring I'll get to show off.

[Totally straight... ish. Slightly bent.]

[papa_beard]

GURARARARA! That I can't wait to see.

[fierybluebird]

Hee... [So giddy.]

I never thought I'd be the one getting married first.

[papa_beard]

[He smiles softly.] Never thought I'd get to see it.

[fierybluebird]

[Beams.] I'm glad you do though Pops. It means a lot to me.

[papa_beard]

Means even more to me that I'm in time for it. [Another hug for you~.]

[fierybluebird]

Hah... [GIANT HUG.] Just make sure you're around that long, okay Pops?

So how's the drinks, you like it? And the scenery's not too bad right? And oh man I hope you get to meet more people! They're really fun here. [Practically giddy birdie chirping here.]

[papa_beard]

You bet I will be.

GURARARA! Slow down, kid! I like everything just fine. Except for being shrunk.

[fierybluebird]

Yeah, I have no idea what that's about. I guess it's so that you can at least fit in the Garden. [Nods and grins.] You still tower over everyone Pops!

[papa_beard]

'S a pain in the ass. [He can't help but smile back.] Just how I like it.

[fierybluebird]

[Laughs.] Just have to be the center of attention, eh?

No worries Pops! You have a sort of captivating presence no matter what size you are. [That was less corny in his head.]

[papa_beard]

Like you're one to talk.

[He chuckles.] That sounded really stupid, y'know. [But it makes him happyyyyyyy.]

[fierybluebird]

[Laughs.] Oi oi, I can stay off to the sidelines a little. [No, no he cannot. Even at Marineford he had to rush ahead and make quips.] I like people who sort of instantly have that spotlight wherever they go. Grell's like that, eh.

[papa_beard]

No, you can't. [He smirks.] You sure you're okay with sharing the spotlight?

[fierybluebird]

[Laughs again.] Yeah. I'd rather it was on her. Espionage is more fun when you've got someone to take up all that attention so that whatever you're doing can go unnoticed, eh?

It's almost like having you around where I could just back you up. Hah you should see her fight Pops, she's crazy strong.

[papa_beard]

Sneaky little brat. [Rubs your head.]

Oh yeah? That'd I'd like to see.

[fierybluebird]

[Beams and practically giggles, flushing just slightly.]

Ask her to put on a show for you in the Training Center. Just be careful... she might take that to mean trying to cut you up. She's feisty like Ace.

[papa_beard]

Sounds kinda crazy, but we've had worse. I'll ask her.

[redcinemareel]

Ask whom what? [Grell appears with a martini in hand, leaning against Marco casually.] Already on the prowl, Father-Dear?