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awesome_lilly ([personal profile] awesome_lilly) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2012-09-02 06:37 pm

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Lilly is on a mission from... well, herself. She is going to find out what the hell actually cursed Puck (this time) if it kills her because a) it can't kill her, she's already dead and b) she has a sneaking fondness for her faeke husband and genuinely wants to help.

However.

Because she is Lilly, her current attempt to help involves a stab at scientific research: recreating past bar "incidents" on a crowd of volunteer waitrats to see if there's any common thread around causes, cures, and accidental side-effects.

The table before her is spread with a variety of seemingly innocuous items: peppercorn and honey and gin, a bowl of steaming curry, band candy, a horn and some cherries and a paper umbrella, the Roman equivalent of a penny, mints, two kinds of apples, a soy latte, and a Mexican coke. (Hey, this is thirsty work.)

Approach at your own risk.


[OOC: not plot-locked but please ping me at 'da emmy gee' or comment on backroom post before tagging so we see what might happen to our poor pups. Accidentally, of course. :D).

ETA: ahahahah awesomeness! slowtiming for now but let's keep doing this you mad impetuous frogs, you.
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[personal profile] gavin62truck 2012-09-04 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
He spits out the mint (that's probably not going to help now) and steps away from the table.


"No."

What he's saying no to isn't exactly specific, but it's pretty clear given the circumstances.

"No, I can't-- No!"

He claps his hands to his face.

"Oh god! What-- this isn't--"

And then he looks down at his...lower regions.


"Ohhhshit. Nonononono, goddammit, no. Listen-- Lilly! You! There'd better be a-- a whatchamacallit! To turn me back! 'Cause this? This? No! Just-- no! Shit!"



He runs off, knocking over a couple of chairs in the process -- and ducks into the men's room to hide. FOREVER. Well, not forever, but still.