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Entry tags:
- c: fuji yuuta,
- c: hero ibuki,
- c: jackal kuwahara,
- c: jade curtiss,
- c: kirihara akaya,
- c: kujikawa rise,
- c: niou masaharu,
- c: ootori choutarou,
- c: oshitari yuushi,
- c: shiraishi kuranosuke,
- c: soma,
- c: takakura himari,
- c: tooyama kintarou,
- c: yagyuu hiroshi,
- c: yukimura seiichi,
- location: new bark town,
- post: action,
- post: video
001; video/action: new bark town; adventure time;
[when the video feed turns on, there’s a hassle in the background, a burst of flame, some frantic jabbering in the background. a dark-skinned lad with a worried expression gestures at a sleepy camel in tow. the camel sneezes. there is fire. the Mom, her expression pleasant, is reaching for a broom. his voice filters through the speakers, frantic--]
But ma’am, you don’t understand! The camel, it’s sneezing fire! Is it allergies? No, shouldn’t this violate some kind of a safety hazard--?
[meanwhile, in the background, a redhead, smaller than the tanned kid, is fussing about, opening drawers, peeking in cabinets, turning over jars and looking underneath various furniture. he’s followed around by a tiny, fat, blue thing, picking up discarded items, sniffing at them and checking if they’re edible, then hiding them in its furry skirt-thing. they’re both not paying any attention to the flaming camel. why? because there is something much more important to do.]
Oi, Jackal, stop bothering Mom about the camel and help me find marshmallows. We can totally roast them every time that thing sneezes!
[the dark-skinned lad double-takes, makes a choking sort of sound, and turns to his companion. Mom is smiling.]
Bunta, what are you-- [a sudden, angry, scraping sound, the texture of a broom across a countertop, and Jackal throws up his arms, eyes wide] No, ma’am, please, put down that broom! Ma’am--
Uh oh, trouble!
You think?! Door, door, door--
[the roar of a mother, reclaiming her kitchen, because some things are universal. the broom swings through the air. the video catches the tail end of two teenagers, a camel and a … furry bear cub thing as they careen out the door, the redhead victorious with a jar of cookies tucked under his arm like a trophy (a soft echo of ‘dou, tensai-teki?’ in his wake.)]
OUT. Out, out, out, out, out--
[aaaaand feed cuts]
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thickfat AND remothering ARE GONNA REPLY. THREADJACK EVERYWHERE. ]
But ma’am, you don’t understand! The camel, it’s sneezing fire! Is it allergies? No, shouldn’t this violate some kind of a safety hazard--?
[meanwhile, in the background, a redhead, smaller than the tanned kid, is fussing about, opening drawers, peeking in cabinets, turning over jars and looking underneath various furniture. he’s followed around by a tiny, fat, blue thing, picking up discarded items, sniffing at them and checking if they’re edible, then hiding them in its furry skirt-thing. they’re both not paying any attention to the flaming camel. why? because there is something much more important to do.]
Oi, Jackal, stop bothering Mom about the camel and help me find marshmallows. We can totally roast them every time that thing sneezes!
[the dark-skinned lad double-takes, makes a choking sort of sound, and turns to his companion. Mom is smiling.]
Bunta, what are you-- [a sudden, angry, scraping sound, the texture of a broom across a countertop, and Jackal throws up his arms, eyes wide] No, ma’am, please, put down that broom! Ma’am--
Uh oh, trouble!
You think?! Door, door, door--
[the roar of a mother, reclaiming her kitchen, because some things are universal. the broom swings through the air. the video catches the tail end of two teenagers, a camel and a … furry bear cub thing as they careen out the door, the redhead victorious with a jar of cookies tucked under his arm like a trophy (a soft echo of ‘dou, tensai-teki?’ in his wake.)]
OUT. Out, out, out, out, out--
[aaaaand feed cuts]
[ooc; BOTH
thickfat AND remothering ARE GONNA REPLY. THREADJACK EVERYWHERE. ]
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A-are you two alright...?
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guess who is indulging in cookies right now. guess.]
Mmh? 'rn't you from Hyotei?
[because clearly, that is the biggest issue here.]
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Y-yes! Hyoutei second year, Ootori Choutarou. And you are... Marui-san, correct? Jirou-senpai has said a lot about you.
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That's me! Volley Genius Extraordinaire~♪
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[have a sheepish laugh. he's heard of your tensai skills, of course] It's nice to meet you, Marui-san. If you don't mind me asking, what happened back there in the house? No one was hurt, I hope.
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Oh, back in there? Not much. Just "mom" wanting us to go out and have an adventure and stuff. Couldn't find the marshmallows, though. Pity... [he looks a little sadly at his jar of cookies. which is halfway empty now.]
No one's hurt though! [thumbs up!]
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By the way, er. There's a, um, cloud. On your head. Jeez, don't tell me that's another one of these pokemon things.
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[and Freya totally hear that comment about being a cloud, Jackal, so now she's just JUDGING YOU. I'm much better than a stupid cloud, damnit!]
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Haha, maybe she just likes... high places...?
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oh god.]
You did not just sneeze on-- [D8 FRANTIC MOVEMENTS] Er, sorry, I'll-- Er.. I'll call you back...!
[DDDDD8!!! feed off!!]
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A-ah, a-alright! Be careful!