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    Re: Reception? Time to Party!

    Post by Olabisi on Wed Jan 03, 2018 1:18 pm

    NANI?!?! wrote:Why fret about it when ya can rely on some hapless fool - AKA: moi - to do it for free? It's not like he's included in the weddin' party or anythin' despite doin' all this work! Screw him, right~?"

    "Spenst..." Olabisi looked positively mortified in that moment, and a teensy bit miffed, too. "Does Scaramouche really think that we aren't going to PAY him? Did... did we do something wrong? What could have possibly given him THAT idea???"

    And then it dawned on her.

    "Oh no. Spenst, are entertainers and announcers NOT one and the same? I've always been under the impression that they were!" At this point, the mummy was really starting to regret not hiring a wedding planner. "What have we done?.."

    This was not happening, this was NOT happening!..

    "Still, that little war story is pretty great," the bandaged alien mused. "You think we should just let everyone believe it? Imagine telling that to the kids, too! As for that other one, I doubt that anyone in there is gullible enough to believe it. Robots don't poop!.. Wait, do they?"
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    Re: Reception? Time to Party!

    Post by Spenst on Wed Jan 03, 2018 1:33 pm

    ...

    "Shit." Spenst's bride looked at him with an air of surprise. It was somewhat rare for the alien to swear, and he only tended to do it if he was really upset about something. "Ola, I'm not even mad about the stories. What's pissing me off is that he just implied to that whole room that we weren't going to pay him!"

    The Ectonurite hid his head in his hands, embarrassed and very much angry.

    "Can we just leave now? Is that a thing we can do?" But then he thought on that for a moment. "Wait, no. If we do that, then everyone will think that we really aren't going to pay him."

    Still, the fact that Ola wasn't nearly as upset as he was managed to give him some comfort. She even brought up the possibility of telling he alleged war story to their future children. The ghostly alien was frustrated, yes, but despite it all, he remained firm.

    "Let's just head on out there and face the music," he sighed, locking arms with his bride.

    And out they went, ready to face the crowd.
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    Re: Reception? Time to Party!

    Post by Shaiamils on Wed Jan 03, 2018 1:49 pm

    Wait a minute, what in the world was going on? Was it just him, or did Scaramouche sound really upset about something? Were those stories really planned from the beginning, or were they a spur of the moment thing brought on by anger? At least one other person in the room was clearly wondering the same thing. Marissa looked positively mortified. Once the monstress was out of her stupor, she motioned at the avian for him to come over to her.

    Marissa brought Shaiamils down to her level, whispering in his ear. Oh wow. Apparently, there had been a MAJOR misunderstanding. The furry monster had observed that the doctor was close to Scaramouche and figured that he might handle the news better if he told him. This was about to get seriously awkward.

    "Um, Scaramouche?" Shai said, grabbing the robot's attention. "Mind if I have a word with you for a second?"

    Once the both of them were away from prying ears, the feathery alien dropped the bomb.

    "I don't know how to say this, but there's been a huge misunderstanding. Apparently Ola and Spenst never hired a wedding planner, and they just assumed that an entertainer and an announcer was pretty much the same thing. Not only that, but they had every intention of paying you. Very handsomely, if I might add."

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    Re: Reception? Time to Party!

    Post by Kev on Wed Jan 03, 2018 3:25 pm

    For some reason, Kev honestly couldn't remember any reception speeches from the other weddings he had taken part in. Brain cells rubbed against each other, trying desperately to squeeze a memory like pulling blood from a tree. Zip! Nope, nothing. Whether that spoke more about his memory or about the quality of those speeches, who knew? But this speech was going down in history!

    "Normally - and I do use that word in the lightest meanin' possible - this is a gig for, y'know, the Best Man or - heavens to Murgatroyd - the Monster of Honor. But wahey, who cares about all that nigglin' tradition~? Why fret about it when ya can rely on some hapless fool - AKA: moi - to do it for free? It's not like he's included in the weddin' party or anythin' despite doin' all this work! Screw him, right~?"

    By this point in their friendship, the former alien was well-acquainted with the patented Scara-salt. Grin turning awkward, the groomsman tugged at his golden tie lightly. Ooh boy, was it feeling hot back here or was it just him? He could already feel a few droplets of sweat sliding down his neck. No "ifs, ands, or buts" about it, the robot was upset! And who could blame him, if he was doing all of this for free? Taking a few notes about potential marriage faux pas in the future, Kev figured he may as well listen to what Scaramouche had to say! And boy howdy, he was making this speech a memorable one. A lovely backstory with the groom that was worthy of an award. It had drama, action, and...apparently romance! Woof. Still, nothing to really get fired up about so long as one had a sense of humor.

    Olabisi's story, however? Those chubby cheeks of his blushed darkly, pointedly avoiding any eye contact with the bride. Short but to the point, not to mention uh...'colorful'. Goodness! The sooner Kev could scurry out into that reception hall, the better! Remaining back here with the roasted groom and bride was getting awkward, especially when he could hear his partner busting a damn gut! That was surely one way to break the ice...! The speech was topped off with a strange technique that...sounded as if Scaramouche was slapping his own body? Hm. When the silliness had come to an end and his name called, Kev left the constrained awkwardness with as much speed as he could generate, claiming a spot with his family with a soft sigh. "Oh Gods, I wish I'd been out here to see that. Whew..." Fear was literally tickled pink, and Livewire seemed...somehow less awkward. So at least that was something. He was still an awkward bumpkin however, looping an arm around his boyfriend as he whispered "We've gotta make sure we don't make this sort of mistake."


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    Re: Reception? Time to Party!

    Post by Marissa on Wed Jan 03, 2018 3:37 pm

    Marissa's jaw dropped when Scaramouche started his speech. Free, did he say that he was doing this for free? If the monstress could sweat, she most certainly would have been sweating right now. Not only was the robot completely wrong about not being paid, but there had been another more embarrassing mistake on the part of the bride and groom as well. Not sure what else to do, she motioned for the best man to come over to her.

    "Shai, how do I put this?" she whispered in his ear. "There's been a huge misunderstanding. Ola and Spenst didn't hire a wedding planner. This whole time, they thought that an entertainer and an announcer was the same thing. That's not all, either. They had every intention of paying Scaramouche. Very handsomely paying him!"

    The furry monster scratched awkwardly behind her head.

    "I don't know how to break it to him, so I'm wondering if you could do it. I've noticed that the both of you are close. Maybe he might handle the news better if you deliver it to him?"

    With that, Marissa watched nervously as the doctor went over to Scaramouche, presumably to talk about this revelation.
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    Re: Reception? Time to Party!

    Post by Lunette on Wed Jan 03, 2018 4:15 pm

    Blinking slowly and standing awkwardly, Lunette just... stood. Doing nothing. She had no idea how weddings worked traditionally, had no experience with being a bridesmaid, and was just following everyone else in what they did. The Anitra merely stared at anything and everything, glancing to the Nyreena and Marissa every so often until Scaramouche began a speech. It was a rather colorful speech, and definitely not one that she would forget. With each word, Lunette covered her mouth, looking as if she was horrified, but in reality, she was snickering! A devious little snicker was muffled beneath her soft hand, grin kept hidden from everyone around her. Hoo boy, they sure did make him irritated! Lunette admittedly loved when Scaramouche got this way; jerky, saucy, sassy... it was attractive.

    To make things even more confusing, Lunette glanced over to Marissa who had brought Shai over, and whispered something to him. The feline had good hearing, and caught a few words. "Hmm..." was all she said, Lunette's ears flattening to either side. The things she could say, the things she could do! They'll probably be greeted with an even saltier bot than before he started the roast, but this is what happens when people assume... and also word things horribly. For now, Lunette would just look distant and wait to be called, which, when she was, she stepped out and gave the android a look of understanding and longing. She'd rather sit with him and snuggle, but alas...

    "Mind if I sit with you?" she inquired to Kev and his family, smiling at how sweet they all looked. "Just until Scaramouche is... uh... dismissed." Looked like Fear and Livewire certainly enjoyed his speech! Which was good. Lifting the hem of her dress, Lunette took a seat besides Livewire and waited.
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    Re: Reception? Time to Party!

    Post by Nyreena Dark Savaridin on Thu Jan 04, 2018 1:38 pm

    As Scaramouche quickly went into his speech Nyreena was instantly mortified by what he had detailed and felt her heart sink into her fiery core in devastation for Ola and Spenst. She wondered if he really knew that he was indeed going to get paid or just assumed things and jumped to the wrong conclusion. Either way as he continued through "tirade" of an opening speech she just felt worse and worse for the couple.

    But...she had to slightly admit it wasn't all that bad. She figured that it was Scaramouche just being who he was and decided to throw his own spin on things. Arbitrary and a bit unorthodox but that was Scaramouche being who he was. Then watching as he did this rather....interesting knee slap thing while speaking in Mandarin of all things. Now that was a little odd but again she just chalked it up to Scaramouche being himself. Hopefully once all that was over he, Ola, and Spenst would meet up with each other and get things straightened out with one another. Then seeing Shai go over to him and start to talk she figured that it might have been about the mix up and she hoped that the android would understand.
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    Re: Reception? Time to Party!

    Post by Anjeet on Thu Jan 04, 2018 2:47 pm

    Anjeet perked up as Scaramouche took center stage, but her excitement quickly turned to worry when the robot started to speak. It was impossible to not notice the sheer level of contempt in his voice. Clearly he was upset, but over what? As the Jawa pondered, she remained totally unprepared for what was next on the agenda. It would seem that Scaramouche had some colorful stories to tell about the newlyweds.

    The fuzzy alien listened with wide eyes as Mochi went on and on about Spenst. Apparently the both of them had been really close and even fought together in a war. His story about Ola, however, immediately made her doubt the validity of the first tale. To Anjeet's knowledge, robots did not need to poop, and least not the robot currently roasting the newlyweds. But maybe there was something that Scaramouche had not yet told her?..

    But then things got confusing. Shai apparently had something to tell the robot that simply could not be waited on. The diminutive alien watched them in nervous anticipation. What was even happening?
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    Re: Reception? Time to Party!

    Post by Knock Out on Thu Jan 04, 2018 4:15 pm

    Everything was a banal sort of happiness around the mech, who kept to himself in the reception hall. Food he couldn't take part in, a marriage that was quickly losing his interest. Knock Out was still happy enough for Spenst and Olabisi, but that was pretty much all he could really feel at the moment. He could only take so much of this sort of happiness at once. Scaramouche grabbed his attention rather quickly, the Cybertronian raising a metal brow. What was he doing? A speech? ...Primus, Knock Out wouldn't have to give one, would he? Shrugging off of the wall, the mech sighed lowly and gave the robot his full attention. "Might as well hear this one out." Probably a lot of fluff about marriage and commitment and all sorts of romantic things.

    "Normally - and I do use that word in the lightest meanin' possible - this is a gig for, y'know, the Best Man or - heavens to Murgatroyd - the Monster of Honor. But wahey, who cares about all that nigglin' tradition~?"

    ...Or not! Ever so slowly, his ivory face stretched into a grin. That wasn't fluff! This was pure salt, catty and unrepentant! So angry, so bitter...! Somebody was going off script! And he was speaking Knock Out's language. "How juicy..." The mech rumbled to himself with a muffled chuckle, stepping closer to fully pay attention to this particular yarn. The imagined backstory between the jazzy android and his employee was something out of an Oscar bait movie. A vague war with 'the bad people we didn't like', Scaramouche about to bite the dust only to be rescued by his knight in shining armor~! Astride a magnificent horse that really ought to have been shot when it was first born. And as if it couldn't get any better, the tale got a little 'Brokeback Mountain' at the end! The Cybertronian let out a shrill whistle, already clapping his servoes together with metallic applause. "Bravo, bravo! Encore!" Hollywood ought to hire this son of a gun!

    As for the origin of the bride and wedding singer? Well, it wasn't nearly as cinematic--unless you considered Judd Apatow's works to be the true bastion of the silver screen! Trapped with his pants around his ankles, Scaramouche was a sitting duck in the bathroom stall! Oh woe, oh agony, what was a poor 'bot to do? But that was when his good pal Olabisi came 'round, offering the robot a hand--and this was where Knock Out's composure slipped as he leaned on a table to support himself. Doubling over at the waist, the mech erupted into a deep and pleasant cackle! "A hand! A haaaand!" Guess they were lucky she wasn't wearing any wedding gloves! He slapped a knee and continued to laugh, using his long talons to wipe away fake tears from his ruby optics.

    The cherry on top was a silly 'bout of hamboning, passed off as some sort of 'good will' blessing for the newly-weds. Anyone with the ears to understand Mandarin would know better, as it was just another joke from this little jokester! The former medic calmed himself down once the names were called out, keeping himself steady aside from a stray guffaw here or there. Some members of the wedding party looked quite horrified, and he could already see Shai taking Scaramouche to talk alone. Who knows about what, but before the robot passed out of view the Cybertronian sent him two thumb's way, way up! As far as he was concerned, the honker just pounded fresh life into this shindig!
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    Re: Reception? Time to Party!

    Post by Dominick Comzistradt on Fri Jan 05, 2018 12:59 pm

    Adjusting the cuffs of his shirt underneath his jacket Dominick watched as Scaramouche stepped up and began the opening ceremonies. Tilting his head a bit the dhamphir wondered what kind of shenanigans the metal man was going to and the moment he started the young man looked just as shocked as he did when he found out what he was years and years ago. He literally could not believe that Scaramouche would go into a spiel like this, at a wedding no less! Even he knew that the entertainment for the wedding was paid for their services, no matter what.After all, they worked hard to perfect their routines and make them the best they could possibly be.

    Sitting there in a somewhat shocked daze Dominick continued to listen as Scaramouche talked about this outlandish stories about the bride and the groom in his grandiose fashion. Though the ending of the "story" about Ola was really...really something. Hearing the boisterous laughter behind him he glanced at the man and the mech behind him that were apparently enjoying the story and wondered why something like this brought them so much...joy. Turning back he didn't say anything and let them carry on, letting out a cough to clear his throat a bit. As Scaramouche finished the stories he did this strange...slapping motion all over his body while speaking a foreign language that he didn't seem to understand. Finding it all rather strange to perform at a wedding Dominick just left it to Scaramouche being who he was and doing it all in a grand fashion to liven things up or something like that. Then noticing Shai walk over to him and talk to him privately about something the dhamphir hoped that it was about his "performance" and to clear things up a bit.
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    Re: Reception? Time to Party!

    Post by Scaramouche on Fri Jan 05, 2018 7:55 pm

    How to worsen a raging fire: throw more gas! That'll definitely show it who's boss. More on that later, though.

    Scaramouche's brazen display of open defiance went about as well as he predicted; half enjoyed the salty performance and half... well, didn't. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure who belonged in which camp. Not that the android necessarily cared about the particulars, of course. He was far too... oh, how to put it? Miffed. And for good reason, because things were quickly heading south at a very alarming rate.

    He Can HEAR You... wrote:"Spenst... Does Scaramouche really think that we aren't going to PAY him? Did... did we do something wrong? What could have possibly given him THAT idea??? Oh no. Spenst, are entertainers and announcers NOT one and the same? I've always been under the impression that they were! What have we done...?"

    "Shit. Ola, I'm not even mad about the stories. What's pissing me off is that he just implied to that whole room that we weren't going to pay him! Can we just leave now? Is that a thing we can do? Wait, no. If we do that, then everyone will think that we really aren't going to pay him."

    "Shai, how do I put this? There's been a huge misunderstanding. Ola and Spenst didn't hire a wedding planner. This whole time, they thought that an entertainer and an announcer was the same thing. That's not all, either. They had every intention of paying Scaramouche. Very handsomely paying him!"

    One of the robot's optics visibly twitched as his metal lips pulled into a tight, tight frown. "Mmmmm..." Irritation... rising! No, no. No, don't blow your top, babe. Keep it cool. Keep it ice-cool. Scaramouche decided to be the bigger person and let the above faux pas slide (for now), and looked to the audience with a toothy smile. "And next up on our roster is none other than the fabulous Kev-Mak-Tarr~! Let's give the lil' bugger a generous round, folks!" Etc., etc., etc. He listed off the wedding party's names one-by-one and ushered everyone into the room properly. Resentful or not, the android had a job to do and he was going to see it finished 'til the better end. ...Oh, but what's this? A familiar shade of blue entered Scaramouche's field of vision; Shai was no doubt coming over to, ahem, correct a few things... The android's lip curled but he humored the notion, respectfully turning away from the crowd to keep things hush-hush between them.

    Remember that snippet about the raging fire? wrote:"Um, Scaramouche? Mind if I have a word with you for a second?

    I don't know how to say this, but there's been a huge misunderstanding. Apparently Ola and Spenst never hired a wedding planner, and they just assumed that an entertainer and an announcer was pretty much the same thing. Not only that, but they had every intention of paying you. Very handsomely, if I might add."

    "Oh no," the android huffed, looking incredibly pissed off. "Oh no, no, NO, babe!" Scaramouche raised a metal hand and promptly let his displeasure be known. "Back up there, Beaky - first of all, now they wanna pay me? NOW!? Like, c'mon, baby! Ya don't say ya wanna pay a guy after everything's said and done! Where was the notice? Where was the contract? Never have the bride and groom mentioned anythin' about payment, let alone come to me about it! That's just tacky, ya dig?" Oh but the android wasn't done. Far from it. "And secondly," he grumbled, optics narrowing, "how could they have not known the difference between a weddin' announcer and a weddin' entertainer? Like, did they not have all the time in the world to research this kind of crap? It's their freakin' weddin' for cryin' out loud! All the details are on them - THEM, baby! Where's all the plannin', huh!? Oh excuse me; there IS NO PLANNIN' BEYOND THE DAMN WEDDIN' CAKE."

    Now, don't get Scaramouche's ire twisted. Prior to it suddenly dropped upon him that he was going to be the announcer, the robot was actually fairly chill with everything thus far. But to insinuate that Scaramouche was going to be paid now, especially after there had been no mention of such a transaction between the parties? That simply could not be forgiven, even by a jazzy cat like him.

    And not only that, but now it made Scaramouche seem like an uncouth idiot.

    He was just an idiot, thank you.

    A low synthetic sigh filled the doctor's ears. "Like, I get what you're tryin' to do, babe, I do," the android muttered, fatigue lacing his artificial voice, "but I don't appreciate how sloppy everything's been. If you'd be so kind, please tell the bride and groom that I do wish 'em a happy and prosperous marriage but I won't accept any form of payment. The milk's been soured, baby." Taking anything from the newlyweds after roasting them would seem a little insolent, wouldn't it? "And if ya don't wanna, I'll go tell 'em. No harm no foul; they honestly shoulda told me themselves." A pregnant pause. "...Anyway, guess we better get to singin', huh? I got a few songs in mind but I'd like to see what you brought to the table."
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    Re: Reception? Time to Party!

    Post by Bailey and Creamer on Sat Jan 13, 2018 3:14 pm

    Well...that had certainly got out of hand.

    Bailey looked around, seeing that many people were sharing what she was feeling. Or, well. No, maybe not. She still had a good deal of issue with telling facial expressions apart. The woman frowned a bit, shifting a little as she watched the quietly-spoken fallout from Scaramouch go into play.

    Scaramouch introduced Kev to go up, but it appeared that the reactions to his initial performance weren't quite finished. She watched as Shamils went up to him, and it seemed that just made the Robot Uncle's irritation even worse. What was...what was even going on?  She still wasn't entirely sure, but it didn't seem to be good.




    Outside, A certain demon settled down to lay his deformed body down upon his bed of small rocks, twigs, and dust.   He was humming lowly to himself, chuckling as he got the situation through Bailey's eyes.  

    Oh, oh it was marvelous. This entire thing had turned so quickly from a typical reception to a disaster, and all it took was one single robot and a deal of ineptitude. He was almost, almost, enjoying himself.


    Ah, fuck it, he was loving this.

    He rolled his neck around, settling it against a small circle of rocks that he had pushed around. One of his massive hands came down to cover his eyes, allowing him to see more clearly through Bailey's own.   Aaaah...how boring the world would be, without those who are inconsiderate to those they say they care for~




    "Um..." Bailey just kinda...stayed by Korra. There was just...she felt awkward. More awkward than normal, and that was a saying a lot.   She would look as Scaramouch just seemed to get even more irritated, before quietly talking to Korra.

    "If we want to ever have a wedding, I think whe should-maybe just, ah... make sure Scaramouch knows everything, if he, wants."  She would frown a bit, stuck between being just the most awkward she had felt in a long time, and being concerned for the jazzy bot who was not appearing to feel too jazzy at the moment.

    But, this was...this was not her place to interfere, she could see that at least.





    [[I apologize for the long delay. I should have been more communicative with my absence.  Thank you for being patient with me.]]
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    Re: Reception? Time to Party!

    Post by Korra on Sat Jan 13, 2018 7:35 pm

    Hearing somebody else clap made Korra feel a lot less self-conscious about her applause! Bright blue eyes briefly sought out the source, a young girl that looked to be the human form of Livewire she had briefly seen before! The former femme soon shrank back into her seat anxiously, and it made the Avatar bite her own lip as she took stock of everyone else's reactions. The burly man with Livewire was having a grand time as he guffawed and cackled, as was the shiny robot who owned the drive-in! Only now did the young woman consider that Scaramouche was telling jokes! Making it sound like personal stories combined with his angry tone had made her confused, but now she could understand why some of it didn't make a lot of sense! 'The Great and Terrible War' indeed! Though...if these were jokes...why did the atmosphere feel so awkward and tense?

    Such a strangling sensation only seemed to get heavier as the wedding party came out one by one, and eventually the best man approached Scaramouche and took him aside. Ooh...what she wouldn't give to possess some sort of...Avatar eavesdropping powers! Korra tucked closer to her date, concerned over what the bird man could possibly wanna talk about. Were the jokes not meant to be part of the reception? Was Uncle Mochi in trouble? Sensing Bailey's similar discomfort and worry, she wrapped an arm around the redhead's shoulders. "Agreed. It'd be kinda rude not to keep him informed since I bet if we get married, he'd be excited to go!" Blush darkened her cheeks at the idea, considering it for the first time. How would a marriage between two ladies go, anyway...?

    Lunette had claimed a seat with Livewire and her family, and it seems their dear Uncle was going to be tied up for a while with either singing or...whatever that bird had to say! "I have no idea what we're supposed to do now...I guess take a seat, but I don't wanna get comfy until I know what's going on with Scaramouche." It'd be rude to try and listen in, as much as a part of Korra really wanted to. She frowned to herself and remained close to her date. "Are you still having a good time, at least?" Despite...whatever was going on?
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    Re: Reception? Time to Party!

    Post by Fear on Wed Jan 17, 2018 6:54 pm

    Ooh la la... things were definitely getting a little hot for the pepper. Such matters hardly fazed a rough-and-tumble individual like Fear, however. A genuine smile curled around his scarred face, the man's cheeks rich with blush as his emerald eyes twinkled in delight. No longer did he feel uptight or awkward with the hectic events surrounding their little area of the reception hall. Who said laughter wasn't the best medicine, hm? "You know, I rather hope the tin man roasts Kev when the time comes," Fear chuckled, his thunderous claps softening. "It would be damn entertaining, I'll give him that." Even the quiet lass beside him, Livewire, was undoubtedly having a good time, her little hands clapping furiously with applause.  

    No small feat! And it appeared she wasn't alone in her jubilation, either. Whereas a few individuals were being fine sticks in the mud, a handful of others - Knock Out, Lunette, and maybe Miss Tibet - knew a good laugh when banter came knocking. "Feh..." He dismissively waved a hand in the air at the former. "Bunch of stiffs, the lot of 'em." How... ironic.

    "We've gotta make sure we don't make this sort of mistake."

    Orrrr, they should - if only so Kev could get roasted to the Nth degree.

    "I dunno, love; could be quite fun." Read: fun for anyone who's name isn't Kev. Ah, but Fear was digressing from the present! Something brushed against his thick side (most likely one of Kev's noodly arms) and he returned the gesture in kind. A big, strong meaty arm ensnared the smaller man like a vice and dragged his scrawny ass closer. "Hu hu hu! Was it too insufferable being near the newlyweds~?" Fear teased. Of course it must be, for note the appalled expressions on their faces. What a Kodak moment! "Worry not, love." Brawny knuckles rubbed against Kev's scalp with all the might of a playful bear. "Methinks we'll be in the clear once this hurdle presents itself, and the robot is terrified of yours truly. He doesn't have the stones, hah!" And if he did, that honking menace was going to have another thing coming. Well... assuming a certain Miss Kitty didn't cave in Fear's helmet with her voluptuous thighs first. Speaking of which...

    "Mind if I sit with you? Just until Scaramouche is... uh... dismissed."

    A familiar set of sparkling blue eyes met with his, and Fear at once behaved himself. "Not at all," he answered, voice rolling like the din of low summer thunder. The man reached over and pulled out a chair for Lunette to sit her fluffy tush on. "We would love to have you, Miss Kitty. Please make yourself comfortable until the tin - er, Scaramouche is relieved of his duties." If ever. Something told Fear that the robot was going to be singing, and singing, and singing...

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