week two | dates

[marriagebroker]

Kiss the girl~!

Or guy.

Or person.

Or Messmer's snake.

Comments

[anathemaw]

[ why is everyone in this place so insistent on giving his snakes names?! This is at least the third time it's come up, and he remains perplexed by it. ]

Wouldst thou name thine arms separate?

[fireball]

My arms don't have their own eyeballs. Or mouths. Or... brains?

[ ... seems like a fair assumption? ]

[anathemaw]

Yet they remain part of thee. So too are the serpents; we are as one creature.

[ as Messmer says this, he goes ahead and bowls, heedless of any turn order or anything, because he doesn't know how bowling works. Also, by "bowls," I mean he straight up lobs the bowling ball like it's a dodgeball at the pins, where it manages to knock over most of them but mainly just makes an enormous hole in the lane with a loud crack of snapping wood.

Everyone stops and stares. Messmer gets the feeling that wasn't a legal move. ]

[fireball]

[ She would have had a rebuttal, except Messmer is then chucking a bowling ball through the lane. Poppy is among those stopping and staring.

A long moment. ]

... Okay, that was cool.

[ And broke like, so many rules, in addition to some of the actual structure of the place. But also, you know. Cool. ]