vatheon sfc network
June 20th, 2012 
chosen_gigolo: (Casual sexyface)
[Vatheon's most desirable red-head seems to be in top form today, settled back in a well stuffed armchair and dressed to impress. There's flowers in frame behind him, roses as always, and a smirky grin plastered on his face. Someone is planning something...]

There's a problem in this town, Vatheon. So many lonely hunnies, just wanting someone to talk to, to share some companionship with - and I know what you've all heard about me but I really do mean companionship here, not the other thing (so Ky don't jump down my throat). I heard tell that there used to be a host club here in Vatheon and I think it's high time it was revived! So here's an open call for any interested parties who want to provide a vital service to the community ♥

We'll be holding open interviews and auditions for the next two weeks in the ballroom of the casino. We'll be looking at all your talents as well as general amiability and charisma, so bring your A-game~

[Filtered to Peony, Guy, Ioder, and Duke]
Guy your presence is mandatory! I'll hunt you down and drag you there myself if I have to~

Everyone else, I'd appreciate the help. Ioder and Duke, you need to get out more and Peony I'm pretty sure you'd enjoy a gig like this. If you could drag that smart-face friend of yours that'd be great too. At the very least he'll be an asset in the organizational department but without his glasses.. well damn.

So I'll see you all at the casino within the next couple hours!

[With a capricious wink Zelos shuts off the feed to go get ready.]
f8tal: (Default)
This looks like shit. Why would anyone eat this stuff? [The audio turns on after Vriska accidentally knocks it with her elbow.] Ugh, it even smells gross!

It's, uh... made of beans. I think. And no it doesn't. -=there's the rustling of pages and a stove turning on=- You have never had it, so you can't say that it is a bad thing to eat.

No, I just know it'll taste as shitty as it looks. Why can't we cook up some meat? I have to eat too! [She moves to stand next to the stove.]

This book says, there are ways to cook it so it also tastes like meat. We could, try to do that too?

Ugh, no. It'll just taste like shitty meat then. You can't beat the real thing. [Something falls to the floor, probably a pot.] Whoops.

You don't know that. -=someone is chopping vegetables, a bit slowly by the sound of it=- Uh... can you pick that up please?

I have a good gut feeling about it. [She 'tch's at him, but moves to pick it up. There is a very faint 'sizzle' sound.] I knew I should have picked up a cluckbeast when we were out...

Equius and Darkleer, do not like eating meat either, so uh... it is not that weird a thing to do.

Yeah, that doesn't help your argument! [She laughs, setting the pot back on the counter. The sizzling continues until Vriska reaches back behind her, curious.]

[Suddenly, anyone in the nearby vincinity of Gamzee and Equius's apartment/hive will hear the wonderful sounds of Vriska screeching. Lovely enough to almost break glass, even.]

You set my hair on fire, Nitram! Put it out! Put it out right NOW!

No I didn- O-Oh my god! -=there's a moment of blessed silence, then what sounds like a tornado swirling to life in the middle of a kitchen, pots and pans and whatever else banging around for a few long moments as wind blows full force to put out the fire=-

[One mini tornado later and the kitchen is a visible wreck. At some point a pot cracks Vriska on the head, knocking her on her ass. Thankfully the wind put out the rest of the fire on her hair. Too bad she already lost a good chunk of it.]

Idiot...

[ooc: Vriska is blue and Tavros is brown.]
11:17 pm - 009 || video;
double_edged: (MUF'RFUCKINBIRTHDAY)
[Oh. This is... unsettling. Why is the room so dark? And just where was this?

The flickering light doesn't help all too much, but it gives some insight as to what's going on. Apparently, the SFC had accidentally switched itself on again, focused in on the inside of a steel, shoddily prepared shack, to the sight of... someone hunched over a small table. Indiscernible, but quiet... singing is heard? And over the stranger's head appears to be a small, disposable birthday hat, nearly obscured by his large ears hanging overhead.

Alright, that much was obvious. But why was the General acting so strange? Had it anything to do with the disappearance, or-]

...birthday to...

...happy...


[Uh. Huh.

--now where was he going?

Aren't you going to share that cupcake with the rest of the class, Mister Azimuth?]
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