03 - False Advertising

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[Izaya's on a mission today. He's walking towards the Libary, bucket in one hand, comm in the other. It's not all that interesting until a few moments later when he puts up a network post.]

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Hey~! Does anyone feel like playing a game? <3

Comments

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

Why, is something wrong with you? [leerx3combo]

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

Any kind of game?

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

Well, if they sucked at it you could always then pass the day by training them. That could be just as fun.

[seahorsecaesar.livejournal.com]

*After his recent little excursion to find Karkat, it's come to the sea 'dwelling' Napoleon that he actually has no idea how to navigate this place.

At all.

So in an attempt to remedy that, he's out and about wandering.

Get your creep on.*

[forevercapslock.livejournal.com]

[kindly-done.livejournal.com]

I don't know very many.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I usually don't have the time or patience for that. I mean, if you can't bring your a-game to me, why bother.

But there will be no joy chortling >B|

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

Of course I do. [Evidenced by the fact that he begins reassembling the pieces into proper place instead of just making them death match.]

Why, do you not?

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

Krabsnack! That's another great name for him.

I tip the hat I don't actually have to you.

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

Nothing to do with your overwhelming embarrassment?

[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

Really? I've got checkers and shougi if you'd like.

Or I could get some cards if those are more your thing?

[kindly-done.livejournal.com]

I know how to play checkers.

Not even for Izaya

[last-liar.livejournal.com]

Just wondering. [Yuu moves some pieces over to his side of the board.]

I have an idea of how it works.

ffff I didn't even notice I used his text in that tag

[forevercapslock.livejournal.com]

You just threw a god damned bucket at me. It's like having someone dump a bunch of used condoms all over you.

[You can thank Santana for the fact that he knows what condoms are.]

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

[It'll probably the one time in his life that Izaya is minding his own business. He's on his way back to his room from the library.

But then he sees it.

That douchebag cape. Those nerdy begging for some scotch tape glasses. Those wanker pants. That disgusting warm grey colour.

He's never seen this combination before, but he can make a good inference about it. for no reason whatsoever the bucket is hidden behind his back asHe approaches.]

Hey! Napoleon!

ffft, I saw that but auto-equated it to RAEGSPEAK

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

[Hm. He'll have to consider this for a second. But only a second.]

Correction, I landed a bucket on your head like a carnival game. An unused bucket, to boot.

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

Hahaha

Can there only be one cool kid?

[forevercapslock.livejournal.com]

Fuck you, buckets are fucking obscene. Like leaving your human pornography just lying around.

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[saferoleplay.livejournal.com]

[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

Oh, well if it's the case that you're waiting for someone to come to you then that's understandable.

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

It doesn't matter too much if there's mistakes. Or I won't care anyway.

[last-liar.livejournal.com]

Alright. [He sets the last of his pieces in place and looks at Izaya expectantly.]

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

Then if you have time today, I know I sure do, come by the Library.

[OOC: Which we can action this up and kind of handwave playing over a checkers game in favor of more talking. If you'd like |D ]