IIIIT'S ADVENTURE TIME!!

[asobouyo]

Who: Elicia and a bunch of sorry souls!
What: Elicia's mallynapping problem is narrating people's day into horrible 5-year-old's stories. Good luck, soldiers. o7
When: The 23rd! Anytime during it!
Where: Wherever your character is—setting liable to spontaneously change. BU
Summary: Well, now that Elicia unintentionally has a special gift for gab, it's going to be directed right at the residents of Luceti. Those going about their days are about to go on some wonderful adventures! ...Whether they like it or not.
Rating: No situations that would warrant a high rating, though some of our guests might change it to a PG!
Note! Style can be comment-spam! I know how busy the end of the year is, for prose. ;)


[Elicia sits down with her journal, after a semi-tiring day of getting herself back into the motions of normal life. Of course, when you've been without creativity for a solid week and a half, you tend to want to explore the realms of fantasy for a while. Pressing a pen to a page, she begins to write crudely, slowly, a sentence for every few lines; it's all written to herself.

Supposedly.

Because some people are about to get a strange voice speaking to them.

But before that, she murmurs quietly to herself:]

Once upon a time...



[OOC: IMPORTANT STUFF TO KNOW: Post your character doing whatever they're doing in the day. Are they tucked away in their room? Outside enjoying the winter weather? Etc? Comment-spam what they're doing! IF YOU'RE IN A GROUP, the person listed BEFORE the "—" on the list (aka the first name in the group |D) posts their thread. The others in the group will need to wait until they're introduced by Elicia's silly narrative, which won't take too long. :)'

So Winry would post a thread in her group, and the others would keep their eye on that thread.

Tracking your thread would be a good idea! If you can't do that (say, because you lack a paid), then inform me via AIM or PM and I can ping you when it's your character's turn.

Posting order is however the order goes unless noted in the subject line for whatever reason! 8D]

Comments

[skulljokelol.livejournal.com]

[...He was wondering why licking his fingers was tasting so good. >_>]

Eep.

[bamfing]

... what!? [Kurt can't help but notice how sugar coated his fingers are starting to look. He starts spitting up the candy, even though he still wants more...]

Oh man, I think I'm already turning into candy. Not cool, Elicia!

[touchofrogue]

Argh, it freaking figures.

[Deep breath. All right, Rogue, pull it together. Are you really going to let a candy craving get you down, after everything else?]

Right. Kurt, can you BAMF us further on, or do we make a run for it?

[asobouyo]

Burt tries his bestest to take Mr. Skeleton and Rouge out of the big bad cave of candy—and he believed in himself so much, he even moved them all down the road from...

~The Magical City~

[bamfing]

[... well so much for Kurt explaining whether he could or not. Instead he goes for a rather uncharacteristic lack of confidence about his teleporting abilities. And a little over the top acting.]

I don't know... but I've got to try. It's the only way!

[He suddenly and abruptly links hands with Rogue and Brook and... BAMF! The three of them appear in from the Magical City.]

[touchofrogue]

[Your over-the-top headache just increased Rogue's headache by a factor of eight. Coughing on sulfur, she yanks her hand free and waves it in front of her face.]

Oh, great job, Kurt! We're in the magical city.

[...if her tone was any flatter, you could use it as a level.]

[skulljokelol.livejournal.com]

[Sulfur's sure a new spin on the teleportation process. @__@ Brook does likewise, taking a better look once the smoke has cleared.]

Yohohoho! I knew that you could do it, Burt-san! [...Or is it Kurt? Well, it's one or the other.]

[asobouyo]

Yep, they were finally there! Now they'd be able to [gtfo out of this crazy story] get what they wanted from the powerful wizard! The only thing to do was to ask the guards to let them in!!

[Yeah, those tall red-coated guards, there, with the bayonets.]

[bamfing]

Uh, yeah. Thanks Mr. Skeleton.

[As he hears about and sees the guards, he turns to Rogue and Brook with a mischievous grin.]

So what do you say we ask them the old fashioned way? [He puts his hand into a fist and smack it against his palm. He wouldn't normally suggest this, but heck, they're in some kind of dream. Why not?]

[touchofrogue]

[Face. Palm.]

Yes, let's go up to the guards with the guns and punch them in the face to make new friends.

[You're going to spoil the story, bro. Rogue does not approve.]

[skulljokelol.livejournal.com]

That doesn't sound like polite behavior, I should say. [Unless they start it, of course, in which case it's perfectly reasonable.]

If the point is to make friends with them, perhaps we should invite them to tea inside of the city!

[asobouyo]

[Indeed, that doesn't sound polite at all!]

"Who goes there?"

Says one of the two guard people!

[bamfing]

[Kurt grumbles at Rogue and her lack of imagination. They can handle guns. He just gestures for Rogue to go ahead and do all the talking.]

[touchofrogue]

[Oh, fml.

...well, for the sake of the story:]

We're travelers, hoping to come to the Magical City.

[...like hell she's adding 'for friends' on her own.]

[skulljokelol.livejournal.com]

To make friends, apparently!

[You can't leave important plot points out, Rogue!]

[asobouyo]

[INTENSE LOOKS FROM THE GUARDS—followed by...!]

"Oh! Well, why didn't you say so! Come on it!"

[And when you do decide to enter, the sights go from this to this. Because Elicia's classy like that.]

All that was left was to follow the long hall! And then they'd get to the big castle where the magical wizard waited for them!

[bamfing]

[Well then. That was a sudden change of scenery. As they're walking:]

So I think I'm going to ask the Wizard of Oz for an iPod. What about you guys?

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue will never, ever admit it in present company, but she's eating this scenery up. It's so beautiful.

But she's not supposed to notice those kinds of things. And so her shoulders slump, just a little.]

You know what they say - there's no place like home.

[And the shitload of trouble waiting for them there.]