Log: Ongoing

[henkonasuisho.livejournal.com]

When; Tuesday feb 27, All day
Rating; Who knows? I mean... We'll start at PG for silliness...
Characters; Anyone and everyone Invited, and thensome. (AKA, open to all)
Summary; They had planned a lake party, and g'dimmit, they were gonna have one!
Log;

Zaheela rubbed her eyes sleepily as she focused on guiding Eisen to the Lake. She had forced herself awake from her potion induced state to open the door for Smee and Nill and spent the last few hours preparing the food. Meats for grilling, vegetables, salads, drinks, fruit dishes, sweets, a plethora of treats, enough food to feed the city, or at least a good number of heavy eaters. Knowing full well that Faye and Greed had said they were coming, she also had stored away a good amount of alcohol in the cart. Towels had been folded, batteries inserted into a portable radio with spares tucked away, blankets too, she had thought of anything they could need. She was only glad it was sunny today.

The swimsuit was uncomfortable under her clothes, being unused to wearing such cloth, but she had assumed it would be improper for her to do as she normally did. The lake appeared, as Cobray had said and she let out a girlish giggle. Water! FISH! WATER! Eeeee! As soon as they were close, she ran ahead, pulling off pants and shirt, tossing them to Eisen, who with a sigh, caught thim in his beak. He was far too used to his master and her love of water. He watched as she ran into the water clad in her bathing suit and dove in. She had forgotten she was supposed to help set up... Silly master.

Comments

[so-very-greedy.livejournal.com]

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!"

[bastard-spider.livejournal.com]

"Cat, what the fuck do you think?"

Cat appeared to be ready to give her opinion of Greed's reaction. It involved turning her ass toward him and raising her tail in an unmistakable gesture.

The sin'd better move if he doesn't want to be pissed on.

[so-very-greedy.livejournal.com]

Greed deftly lashed out, picking the animal up with his foot and flinging it up to Spider.

"Take your fucked-up cat back."

[bastard-spider.livejournal.com]

"She's not mine," Spider said, sidestepping the snarling ball of claws. Damned if he was going to catch her in his unclothed state. She'd claw the shit out of him.

Besides, there was that whole landing on their feet thing.

Which she did not do, tumbling instead into a snarling ball on the sand. Cat sat up, a vicious look on her face, and started a super slow motion stalk of Greed.

"She's her own bitch," Spider finished. "Whose bitch are you?"

[so-very-greedy.livejournal.com]

"The world is my bitch, for the most part," he said, changing form, "And get that thing away."

[bastard-spider.livejournal.com]

Ooh, Farsight flashback. Hadn't had one of those in a while.

"Didn't anybody ever tell you that you can't tell a cat what to do?" Spider asked while he casually looked around for the inevitable lemming hallucination.

He crouched down, though and we'll omit the description of nude crouching man and where sand might end up, and held out a fresh cigarette for Cat, who, having seen Greed's change and realizing it wasn't an hallucination, was happy for the excuse to change her course.

Of course, she'd meant to go to Spider all along. Don't dare insinuate otherwise.

"So what do you do with your bitch then, and what's your name?"

[so-very-greedy.livejournal.com]

"I take whatever I like from it, naturally. Name's Greed, pal. Nothin' else. Just Greed."

[bastard-spider.livejournal.com]

Spider looked speculatively at Greed before producing a lighter from... somewhere and lighting Cat's cigarette. She puffed on it contentedly and took a swipe at his hand in thanks.

Nursing the bleeding scratches, Spider stood up and brushed sand off... himself.

"Spider Jerusalem. Two names, but anyone who's not calling me fuckhead generally just calls me one or the other."