mission ♔ chicago

[rationalizes]

WHO || Gar, Kat, Mark, Dumage, Martha, Myri, Buffy, Sven, Spike [Closed]
WHAT || MISSIONY SHENANIGANS
WHERE || Chicago.
WHEN || Monday Feb 27th -Saturday Mar 3rd
HOW || Actionspam

Did you all think you were going to get to spend your whole mission time just watching Dawson's Creek and going to bars and reading trashy romance novels and watching cats fly while Gar did all the work all week long?

Nice try.

Various duties are below - your characters will be dragged along on some of them over the course of the week. Feel free to pick and choose what your character might have volunteered (or been "volunteered") for.

Comments

[slays]

Why, are you allergic to Truth or Dare? [ A beat. It's rhetorically judgy. She shakes her head. ] Nah, I mean, there's not really dare-room in here. I was thinking more along the lines of Anywhere but Here.

[nosdacaraid]

[He turns his head towards her slowly to fix her with a lowered gaze expression of you-can't-pull-one-over-on-me and says very seriously:] You can't be allergic to a game.

... But sure, sounds fun.




How does that uh, how does that work?

[slays]

[ ... Is he serious. That serious look she can't -- Duh. Duh. But she is just shaking it off in favor of explaining. ]

You know. Like, if you could be anywhere but here, where would you be? Paint me a picture. Extra points for serious imagination.

[nosdacaraid]

But if you give me points and I give you points, how is that scoring method gonna be fair?

[slays]

It doesn't matter if the scoring method is fair 'cause the point's not winning. It's to not feel bored to the point of head explosion.

[nosdacaraid]

Oh. [That explanation seems to satisfy him and he turns to look out the window, thoughtfully for a second] Well, there would definitely be more trees than this.

... How much do we have to adhere to the boundaries of reality?

[slays]

Zero much. [ She struggles with the chopsticks for a moment -- stupid things. Muscle memory, don't fail her now. -- and then stuffs another bite of lo mein in her mouth. ]

[nosdacaraid]

Ok, well then...

There would definitely have to be a forest. Made of candy.

[slays]

[ There's a stifled snort because wow is he a 7-year-old girl. But, okay. She furrows her brow and tries to look serious and not ... choke on chinese food. Which she swallows before speaking. ] What kind of candy? Is this like a forest filled with gummy animals, or are the trees candy canes with cotton candy or are they licorice?

[nosdacaraid]

I'm pretty sure every respectable candy forest has all of the above.

[slays]

Hard candy too, then, huh? [ She gives a nod. This is acceptable. ] So, you'd just wanna be alll by yourself in a big candy forest? That's it?

[nosdacaraid]

... I guess that would get kind of sticky.

[slays]

Very sticky.

[nosdacaraid]

Ok, then. Alternate. Disneyland.

[slays]

Oh, please. Such a cheap-o answer.

[nosdacaraid]

Maybe if you've been there before.

But right. Creativity. [He screws up his face, reaching into a bag of peanuts propped in the cup holder.] On a zeppelin.

[slays]

[ She wouldn't know if she's been there before. :( Thanks for reminding her, dick. ]

Is it a Mickey Mouse zeppelin?

[nosdacaraid]

A what who zeppelin? [Yes, this is really happening]

[slays]

... Mickey Mouse? [ A beat. ] You picked Disneyland and you don't know who Mickey Mouse is?

[nosdacaraid]

Oh, that Mickey Mouse. [/awkward laughter] Yeah, I... I know that one.

[slay]

... Right. How many Mickey Mouses do you think there are exactly?

[nosdacaraid]

I didn't watch a lot of TV as a kid.

[slay]

Or any, apparently. How do you not know Disney? I don't even know my own birthday and I know Disney.

[nosdacaraid]

I know Disney. The Lion King's my favorite movie. [s-so affronted]

[slay]

And yet Mickey Mouse eludes you.