Blacker Than Black

[trinkett]

Who: Effie Trinket and anyone who wishes to join in the melee. I mean festivities.
What: Black Friday
When: Begins Midnight, Friday, November 29th.
Where: In town with all the shops. And the bakery.
Summary: You know the deal. Shopping. Violence. Bickering over consumer goods.
Rating: PG-13?

Effie never went to bed on Thursday night. She knew, by now, that Jack Horner was gone. Vanished. Not in Luceti anymore. At least, that was what she gathered after extensive questioning and the realization that all of his things were gone. Effie found herself alone in an apartment that did not feel anything like home. Maybe she would move out. Maybe she had to move on, now.

She kept busy on Thursday drinking wine. Lots of wine.

At midnight, she stumbled to the fountain in the center of town, semi-sober and dressed in typical Capitalista fashion. There were supposed to be bodyguards here. And fellow participants, to be sure. Hopefully no one will cause TOO much trouble.


(((PLEASE feel free to mingle, threadhop, dance the springle-ring, jingle some bling, anything. It's wide open.))))

Comments

[all7seas]

"As long as they're bein' thrown directly into my gullet? I agree." With that borderline homoerotic statement about dessert made, Jack selected a few more before moving on to the coconut squares. "Anya's a former vengeance demon. Got to keep her happy."

[the_dead_pool2]

"Well alrighty then."

So he swung that way did he? Well he could have guessed by the outfit and such. No judgments though.

"She hot?"

This was clearly pertinent information while ransacking a bakery.

[all7seas]

"She IS. More importantly, you don't want her on your bad side should a shift accidentally on purpose give her her powers back. Fact."

He began stacking the squares so as to carry them more easily.

"Very powerful, vengeance demons. Also? Vengeful."

[the_dead_pool2]

"Sweet, hot chick. I'll have to look her up some time then."

You should have probably started with the vengeance demon bit if you wanted to carry some sort of warning across. Deadpool is now just thinking about hot chicks.

"She a blonde, brunette, red head?"

Clearly more important than being a vengeance demon.

[all7seas]

"Brunette-ish blond? With some auburn highlights?"

[the_dead_pool2]

"I like the sounds of that. Blond with some auburn highlights. Body type?"

Also very relevant information.

[all7seas]

"Sexist."

[the_dead_pool2]

"Standard information, dude. Men all have different tastes and styles that they prefer. Sort of like ice cream. Whereas one man might prefer vanilla, another might enjoy chocolate, or maybe some cookie dough. Maybe some minty chocolate, or strawberry, maybe strawberry cheesecake. You might like a single scoop, or a double scoop, maybe in a bowl. It could have sprinkles on top, or maybe nuts. "

A pause for a moment as he taps his foot.

"I'm really hungry for some ice cream now. Totally forgot what I was talking about."

[all7seas]

And by "sexist," he'd meant "sexy." Or maybe "sexiest." Jack just stares at Deadpool, desserts still spilling from his hat. Then: "Right. Your best bet, mate, is to raid some other establishment for ice cream. They don't tend to carry that here."

[the_dead_pool2]

Deadpool stroked his chin as he pondered the new information.

"That is a shame. I'll just grab some cookies then, and shall be on my merry way to the ice cream parlour, or whatever shop we got here for that."

He proceeded to fill up his bag with more aforementioned cookies before popping open the door.

"Ciao pirate man, remember this as the day you met Deadpool"