13 Purple Files

[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.]]

Comments

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

How quaint and backward.

Perhaps, when I am not stuck on this abomination of accursed wood and fabric, we should discuss this, hm?

[live_ringer]

It beats travel by chair.

I wouldn't mind it. Got a time and place in mind?

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Yes. But crawling, it too beats travel by chair.

Perhaps you tell me more about how one safely 'tucks and rolls' and then, when I am clear of this damnable furniture I would have more ability to think.

[live_ringer]

Crawling is a bit impractical if you're traveling a mile or more.

Aside from advising that you bend the knees when your feet hit the ground then rolling along your side when the momentum takes you forward, I don't know what to tell you. Guess it'll just be a matter of playing the waiting game till then.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Yes. But if you are to go one mile for something, why not have tht something brought to you?

Bend my knees and roll on my side. How long do you think the chair can keep going?

[live_ringer]

I don't think everything comes with a delivery service.

You would be a better judge of that than me.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

It should. It would be much better.

I will wait a little while longer. Leaping, it is not my thing.

[live_ringer]

Maybe you could start up a delivery service and make up for the lack.

Probably wise.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

No. Things, they should be delivered to me, not by me.

[live_ringer]

If that's the case, maybe the chair just wants to pay you the favour of delivering you too things. Did you think of that?

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

And now, my good man, I believe you are jesting with me.

[live_ringer]

Oh, I would never jest about something so dire as deliveries.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Dire, hm? Deliveries. Yes, of course. They are most serious. Why. One hardly knows what will happen if the delivery goes to the wrong person, hm?

[live_ringer]

A delivery falling into the hands of the wrong person? That's just chaos waiting to happen.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes. And if I was to go to the wrong one, then all, it will go badly.

[live_ringer]

It could. Or it could turn out surprisingly well, who knows.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Not I. And so, I will try to avoid being a package too much.

just reject if either of you don't want this IC/OOCly

[lingeringlegacy]

Perhaps you can join us in the teahouse? I also would want to hear more stories of space.

Works for me!

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Does this mean that I will see you then, and then another time, my dear Stellaris?

[lingeringlegacy]

That sounds good.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Yes, I believe it does.

[live_ringer]

That works well enough.

[lingeringlegacy]

Pic Meet me at work?

[live_ringer]

Will do.

[Quicklog/handwave/later log?]