And let the costume party commence ...

[apocalypsos]

*glares at all of you*

If you're expecting a happy, shiny hostess, you're all out of your goddamn minds. Bar is in the back. Pool table's to your left. Jukebox is to the right. And if any of you pull anything, I swear I'll shove the closest weapon so far up your ass, you'll think you swallowed an armory.

Like you're not all dead already anyway.

*grabs a bottle of tequila*

*heads off with gun in hand to watch the door for suspicious characters gunning for my son*

Comments

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

Try lighting his right arm on fire sometime. And as for me... my official title is the flame alchemist. You saw why.

Heh, well I'm not surprised actually. From what I've seen, the rules of the worlds seem to be very different.

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

Lighting stuff on fire's not my schtick, and I think he might get suspicious if I went at him with a book of matches. Heh. Your name does fit, though, yeah. Does lack that 'oomph' and flashiness that my buddies' usually have, but hey, if it works..

I dunno. We've got people who can fling fire around and all kinds of junk, too, it's just not done prezactly the same way. And we have Hawaii. Hawaii's pretty freakin' awesome. Bikinis as far as the eye can see. *sighs happily*

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

Nevermind my title, it's just because of my skill. *pause* Hawaii? What's that?

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

Hawaii's a place. It's a series've islands in the Pacific ocean, and it's gorgeous, in terms of flora and fauna.

*perks at an idea and starts looking around* Wonder if the crazy lady's got a computer with a 'net connection in here, I could show you some pictures.

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

That doesn't sound like a bad idea. *glances around* And perhaps eventually that bean will come back.

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

*grins winningly* I'll keep my ears peeled for somebody screaming indignantly about bugs looming over him, don't worry.

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

*chuckles* You know... after a while you aren't that bad. *secretly amend that to "after a few drinks"*

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

Told you I was a nice guy. The lack of flames being flung around kinda helps your case, for that matter. *grins*

Man. Now I remember why I kept that jacket for so long. Pockets. Postcards are way easier to find than computers. *scowls down at himself* Maybe I should get a new coat.

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

Mail, eh? Yeah... like carrying around pictures. *tiny twitch*

I wasn't "flinging around fire," he hit me with a stool.

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

Well, in Ed's defense, y'were ragging on him a lot before he threw the thing at you. *nods solemnly*

Hey, I know! I'll run up the street, snag a sweet laptop with a wireless connection, and be back faster'n you can say "Antidisestablishmentarianism"! (OOC: I should soooo sleep. But I'll be here tomorrow for further antics! XD)

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

....I'm not going to time you, if it's all the same. (OOC: Same here, I look forward to it! XD)

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

In that case, I'm gonna grab some burgers while I'm out. Go find your dinkier half. *beams cheerfully, and darts out the door, hopefully before any of his appendages can be set on fire*

(OOC: Who'd have thunk they'd get along? Crazy! X))

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

*considers maybe lighting the spandex on fire bwahahaha* (OOC: alcohol works in mysterious ways! XD)