It's a spontaneous costume party, just for the hell of it.

[apocalypsos]

Hey, guys, come on in. I bought pizza and junk food and got us hooked up with some awesome hi-def TV. Um ... I also raided Logan's alcohol stash, but I'd really appreciate it if nobody told him it was me. My intestines have a warm and safe home, and I'd like it if they didn't have to file "change of address" cards with the post office.

If anybody needs ice for their drinks, just remember ... I crack the bad jokes around here.

Oh, and if anybody tries anything, Jubilee showed me Cocktail about five million times last weekend. As long as you behave, I promise not to show you what I learned from it.

Comments

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

It's some of the more subtle things, though. I don't wanna get kicked out of the military for blowing someone up. How that hasn't happened yet is a mystery to me.

What purple friend? I don't know anyone purple.

[miladygrey.livejournal.com]

Seems to me that blowin' someone or something up is the point of the military.

*squints up at castalidragon* Right. The beer must be gettin' to me. You certainly weren't yellin' at someone who called you 'Ed'.

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

*now behind sawyer (because it's fun to randomly do that)* Don't tease the kid. He can't help having a delicate face, right? *apparently found the pizza*

[miladygrey.livejournal.com]

*almost snorts his beer* Hey, don't do that! Hearin' whispers is bad enough without havin' random people appear and disappear.

Your friend should grow some stubble or something. I mean, there's delicate faces, like Boone the metrosexual, and then there's Crying Game over there.

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

Well, maybe when he's older. You never know what people will turn into. *looks at you over biting into the pizza*

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

Older?! I'm not a little kid, dammit! I have no desire to look like that bastard, I'll have you know!

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

mmmrf? *swallows the bite* Don't worry about it, kid.

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

...would you STOP THAT?!

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

Stop what, Ed-chan?

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

*glowers*

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

Calm down.

[miladygrey.livejournal.com]

*smiles crookedly* Yeah. Sometimes you turn into what you least expect.

The name's Sawyer.

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

*hesitates, digesting the name--or the pizza* Sawyer? Mm. My name is Saitou.

Since you said that, did you have certain expectations, then?

[miladygrey.livejournal.com]

Saitou. Okay. I've heard stranger.

Maybe a few expectations, yeah. Doin' what I do--or did--wasn't one of 'em, that's for damn sure.

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

*nods, with a faint smile* That's good.

It would be somewhat disappointing if you intended to do everything in your past, I think.

[miladygrey.livejournal.com]

*winces* Not yet. I haven't yet.

With a sword like that, you've probably got a few things in your past, too.

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

You might be surprised. Then again, considering your... energy, perhaps not.

[miladygrey.livejournal.com]

*furrows brow* My energy? If you're going to start spouting about auras and psychic yadda-yadda, I'll go chat with the knight and the lady. Get enough of that from the pregnant girl, along with offers to take my chart, whatever the hell that means.

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

*raises his hands* Can't I speculate on your character? It comes with the sword training.

[miladygrey.livejournal.com]

Speculate away. Freckles and the good doctor do it all the time. I just don't see what 'energy' has to do with it. And what kind of sword training comes with a minor in amateur psychology?

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

The kind that takes lives. *shrug* "Psychological warfare," isn't it called?

Besides, that's half of the fun. For instance, watching the small blonde kid scream every second sentence makes the day more exciting.

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?

[miladygrey.livejournal.com]

*just smirks behind his beer* Like I said, Bambi, I'm not implyin' anything. I say it right out. Go get a drink that'll put hair on your chest.

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

I certainly am not touching the beer here, it all tastes like donkey piss. Well, most of it tastes like donkey piss. DAMMIT. *goes to find some alchohol he likes*

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

When that particular person is your superior officer, things can get sticky.

He's wearing purple? Eck, I think I'm going colorblind. *_* That's it, it's time to raid the bar.