13 Purple Files
Feb. 3rd, 2011 06:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
proudambassador[The writing is messy, as the writer is being jostled quite a bit. It probably wouldn't be recognizable if the sentence structure wasn't so distinct.]
This, it is ridiculous! There have been ridiculous things before, but this, it is the most! My chair will not stop! I cannot sit without them taking off and playing music of all things!
I need a gun. To SHOOT MY CHAIRS. EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM. If they are shot, they cannot run, hm? Or must I leash them now?
This is the most undignified, ludicrous, utterly stupid thing that has ever happened in this Sphere.
I think I begin to hate my life.
[[ooc: Musical chairs event. Ambassador is currently a hostage of one of his sturdier table chairs. Feel free to see/laugh/mock/be in the path.]]
This, it is ridiculous! There have been ridiculous things before, but this, it is the most! My chair will not stop! I cannot sit without them taking off and playing music of all things!
I need a gun. To SHOOT MY CHAIRS. EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM. If they are shot, they cannot run, hm? Or must I leash them now?
This is the most undignified, ludicrous, utterly stupid thing that has ever happened in this Sphere.
I think I begin to hate my life.
[[ooc: Musical chairs event. Ambassador is currently a hostage of one of his sturdier table chairs. Feel free to see/laugh/mock/be in the path.]]
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Date: 2011-02-04 07:26 am (UTC)Probably wise.
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Date: 2011-02-04 08:03 am (UTC)PicMeet me at work?no subject
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Date: 2011-02-04 08:10 am (UTC)[Quicklog/handwave/later log?]
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Date: 2011-02-04 02:04 pm (UTC)[Maybe offline]
Date: 2011-02-04 11:25 pm (UTC)[Please offline. Because that would be EPIC.]
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Date: 2011-02-05 12:23 am (UTC)[offline OF EPIC]
Date: 2011-02-05 04:35 pm (UTC)This is the least civilized and polite thing that Huo has done in ever. It feels kind of nice.]
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Date: 2011-02-06 11:32 am (UTC)[It's a cry of outrage. Ambassador at first thinks he's under assault, as if the chair isn't bad enough. Then it sinks in what's happening.]
Do I look like, like, like a carnival ride? No! I do not! I am trapped! I am no pony! Whose even are you?
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Date: 2011-02-06 12:20 pm (UTC)[He may be tiny now, but Huo is still quite capable of understanding that if Ambassador knew who he really was, well, he'd probably strangle him bare-handed. So he just holds on and grins widely.]
It's not nice of you not to share the fun!
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Date: 2011-02-06 12:32 pm (UTC)[He'd have more insults if he wasn't so pissed off and yet aware of the fact that he couldn't do anything. His only option was flinging the kid off, and Ambassador's not about to leap off himself. He can't quite bring himself to throw the child. Not quite.]
Fun? This, it is hardly fun. It is an annoyance. It is more than an annoyance.