Aug. 22nd, 2015

road_to_calvary: (Best of My Life)
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OOM:







[OOC: Warnings for length, sorry. All italics and dialogue taken from canon; credit V.Hugo. (And by credit I mean blame, ffs Hugo.)





road_to_calvary: (Forgiving Javert)
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[OOC: Sorry for the spam, all done now.]





skeleton_king: (headache)
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It had been said that nothing could occupy the minds of the monsters of Halloween Town more than planning Halloween. This would be correct, after all there were only two months to go.

But Jack has found that there is something to distract even them.

You will not hear him approach; his steps through the forest from his pumpkin door are, as always, light. He takes his preferred route over the roof, before sliding down the chimney and landing lightly over the fire fish. He dusts the ash from his suit, then approaches the bar.

"Dear Lady Bar I do require,
A book if you please, on the double,
On how to plan a wedding for,
A king and queen of spooky trouble..."

Bar produces a copy of the Gothic Wedding Planner. Jack, amused by her quickness, picks it up and smiles.

"Thank you." he says.

After a few minutes of reading, he asks for a piece of black cardboard, and scribes in silver pen:

'To all of Halloween Town,
You are summoned to attend the wedding of King Jack and Miss Sally.
Failure to attend will result in being forced to dig a large pit, which you will then be thrown into.
Dark refreshments will be available.'


Can't have them thinking he's gone soft, now.
in_revision: Ward listening, somewhat unwillingly (Tell me more since I have all day)
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(OOM (sorta): Ward doesn't care if Barton is sane when he gets back. He's still punching Barton in the face.

Oh God he wants off this ride.)
electro_kinetic: (listening)
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Noriko has been busy for the last hour or so. She's amassed hundreds of origami cranes in all shades of the rainbow and all sizes, and in wildly different patterns, which she's gently layering into a tall glass jar; those metal fingertips make for incredibly sharp folds. As she fills that up she's making dozens of miniscule birds to drop in and cover the spaces, and while it may not be the requisite thousand it's certainly enough for her. (By her math, though, she should be pretty close.)

While she's layering carefully, she's got earbuds in her ears thumping out music to which she's murmuring along with the rather fast rap. She's got good flow, nobody can deny that part.