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Where the hell is everyone?

YOu leave for one minute and the whole place goes to hell in a handbasket!!!

Where the hell is everyone?

YOu leave for one minute and the whole place goes to hell in a handbasket!!!

OOC: I told you what would happen. You never listen to me. Is it because I'm a man?

Where the hell is everyone?

YOu leave for one minute and the whole place goes to hell in a handbasket!!!

*stands from the side of the empty pool*

There, I knew there were disadvantages to being half-transparent... People walk in and they don't even see me!

*walks over to the Goddess and licks her shoulder*

*realises he still has a peasant girl tied up to his penguin; unties her, and gives her to the Goddess as a 'welcome back' gift*

There you go. A peasant, for your amusement.

*walks in holding a map*


this doesnt look like Wyoming......... :confused:


*gets back in the car and continues west*



I MISS YOU GUYS!

Someone please save some torture time for me.....I am having withdrawls.

back soon.

*walks in holding a map*


this doesnt look like Wyoming......... :confused:


*gets back in the car and continues west*



I MISS YOU GUYS!

Someone please save some torture time for me.....I am having withdrawls.

back soon.

*she hears the voice but can't believe her ears... but it's really there! she gets up quickly and fusses with her hair and tries her best to look ravishing... but although only a few seconds pass, they are too much for her lover has already slipped away. she drops on her tassled pillow pile and cries... clutching the peasant Ariddia gave to her and hearing Joc's words ringing in her ears...*

OOC: I told you what would happen. You never listen to me. Is it because I'm a man?


ooc: and btw, just to clarify, i always listen. i just don't always agree. i've told you repeatedly that i will not argue with you... i'm sure you can come up with something else to get a rise out of me... :eek: ;) :D

*she is a little edgy today. castlemates are bound to come back... she looks around and sees that the place is a mess. she sighs heavily. cleaning! urgh...

she usually just unleashes a natural disaster to wipe the slate clean, but the mates mught be offended at finding their personal belongings 3000 miles away...

well, it must be done. she calls forth a broom, a mop, a floor brush, some dusters, and directs them to sweep and clean every corner of the castle. she then promptly resumes her seat on her tassled pillow pile and quickly falls asleep*

*stands from the side of the empty pool*

There, I knew there were disadvantages to being half-transparent... People walk in and they don't even see me!

*walks over to the Goddess and licks her shoulder*

*realises he still has a peasant girl tied up to his penguin; unties her, and gives her to the Goddess as a 'welcome back' gift*

There you go. A peasant, for your amusement.

OK, is this Penguin thing a fetish??? lol! ;)

*Grabs Master Sadisto's leash and turns around and goes the other way after seeing TCG cleaning... We are also slackers, after all! ;) Makes it up by leaving 50 peasants chained together for everyone to play with later... if they don't die and decompose before anyone gets back. :p Leads Master S. back to dungeon to play.*

*for the first time in a week, tribes pushes open the gigantic studded oak doors of the castle. He looks around the empty hall, the dark corridors and the bloodstained...well, bloodstained everything. The once bright torches are all extinguished, the castle tapestries (which displayed some of the heroic, hedonistic and sadistic achievements of the castle mates, including a huge section involving alot of buffing of flag poles and masts) torn and moth-eaten and the torture tools that hang from every wall in their wooden stands, worn and unused (at least, recently).

He remembers the old days, when the mods turned a blind eye to some of the more...sexually charged instances. He remembers the great uphevals, the members new and old, the battles and a certain adversary who still needs a good ass-kicking. He even remembers the original purpose of the royalty in it's bid to overthrow the goodie-two-shoes "official" NS royalty. We certainly managed that goal.

Wandering over to one of the many empty pieces of furniture, he sits and plays with a cat-o'-nine-tails, wishing for the revival of this once great institution of mayhem and randomness. The great days of the royalty may never be relived, though. Recent times have seen a lack of interest in this, the ninth royalty. Tribes does not mind, though. He has been here since the very beginning, when occidio created this sickening place. Lying back on the sofa, tribes lights a cigar, drinks from a bottle of jack daniels and whips the passing rats that have invaded this great hall. Slipping into a drunken stupor, tribes' lit cigar butt falls from his fingers*

*for the first time in a week, tribes pushes open the gigantic studded oak doors of the castle. He looks around the empty hall, the dark corridors and the bloodstained...well, bloodstained everything. The once bright torches are all extinguished, the castle tapestries (which displayed some of the heroic, hedonistic and sadistic achievements of the castle mates, including a huge section involving alot of buffing of flag poles and masts) torn and moth-eaten and the torture tools that hang from every wall in their wooden stands, worn and unused (at least, recently).

He remembers the old days, when the mods turned a blind eye to some of the more...sexually charged instances. He remembers the great uphevals, the members new and old, the battles and a certain adversary who still needs a good ass-kicking. He even remembers the original purpose of the royalty in it's bid to overthrow the goodie-two-shoes "official" NS royalty. We certainly managed that goal.

Wandering over to one of the many empty pieces of furniture, he sits and plays with a cat-o'-nine-tails, wishing for the revival of this once great institution of mayhem and randomness. The great days of the royalty may never be relived, though. Recent times have seen a lack of interest in this, the ninth royalty. Tribes does not mind, though. He has been here since the very beginning, when occidio created this sickening place. Lying back on the sofa, tribes lights a cigar, drinks from a bottle of jack daniels and whips the passing rats that have invaded this great hall. Slipping into a drunken stupor, tribes' lit cigar butt falls from his fingers*

*Jocabia catches and takes a drag* Hello, my old friend. *He looks sad as he notices his voice echoing through the hallways*

Isn't this always the way? The women leave and no one cares to frequent the castle anymore.

*He looks around at what many have used as a refuge, his sadness apparent*

*he stretches* Well, there's definitely something we can do about it. You like apples? *kicks Tribes right in his clackers* How about applesauce?

*Jocabia catches and takes a drag* Hello, my old friend. *He looks sad as he notices his voice echoing through the hallways*

Isn't this always the way? The women leave and no one cares to frequent the castle anymore.

*He looks around at what many have used as a refuge, his sadness apparent*

*he stretches* Well, there's definitely something we can do about it. You like apples? *kicks Tribes right in his clackers* How about applesauce?
*goes crosseyed but doesn't flinch. So much nadger-kicking has caused a complete loss of nerve-endings in his balls, and the crosseyed thing is like flinching*

Dude, two words - fuck off. If I agree to anything with you, it means that you have pre-emptively designed my demise/loss at your hands. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me *counts* like 4 times, shame on me :rolleyes:

*goes crosseyed but doesn't flinch. So much nadger-kicking has caused a complete loss of nerve-endings in his balls, and the crosseyed thing is like flinching*

Dude, two words - fuck off. If I agree to anything with you, it means that you have pre-emptively designed my demise/loss at your hands. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me *counts* like 4 times, shame on me :rolleyes:

No bets. No reason to do it. Let's just have some fun. *thinks about it* You know I really am an a-*looks around* uh, jerk.

We're playing tag, a game which has no winner. *offers TTOL a drink and when Tribes attempts to grab the glass Jocabia fumbles and spills the drink across Tribes' chest.*

You up for it?

OK, is this Penguin thing a fetish??? lol! ;)

No comment. ;)

*picks up his penguin, and goes to select one of the fifty new peasants for some random flattening*

No bets. No reason to do it. Let's just have some fun. *thinks about it* You know I really am an a-*looks around* uh, jerk.

We're playing tag, a game which has no winner. *offers TTOL a drink and when Tribes attempts to grab the glass Jocabia fumbles and spills the drink across Tribes' chest.*

You up for it?
*using his super-skillful tongue, tribes manages to lick all the drink from his chest. Unfortunately, that 'drink' was actually concentrated Sulphuric Acid, so he has to eat some of the oven cleaner to stop the burning sensations and keep his tongue. Eventually, he can talk once more*

I would, really I would, but right now I'm just off out for about 4 hours. Also, I'm unavailable on many upcoming days due to an average of two hours of exams per weekday for the two weeks following the 14th. :(

No comment. ;)

*picks up his penguin, and goes to select one of the fifty new peasants for some random flattening*


*Yells from down the stairs* "Nothing wrong with a good :confused: fetish!" ;)

*using his super-skillful tongue, tribes manages to lick all the drink from his chest. Unfortunately, that 'drink' was actually concentrated Sulphuric Acid, so he has to eat some of the oven cleaner to stop the burning sensations and keep his tongue. Eventually, he can talk once more*

I would, really I would, but right now I'm just off out for about 4 hours. Also, I'm unavailable on many upcoming days due to an average of two hours of exams per weekday for the two weeks following the 14th. :(

*giggles at his own prank*

That's fine it can take a very long time. It's tag, is it not. You're it until you tag me and vice versa.

*Takes a long sip of unfiltered alcohol and uses a match to blow a stream of fire that lights up the room and catches one of the tapestries on fire.*

*Jocabia walks over to the castle wall and knocks on it and a large brick crumbles into dust making a window.*

Look at this! The castle needs our energy, our participation. It feeds on our blood and the blood of our victims. It's starving!

*giggles at his own prank*

That's fine it can take a very long time. It's tag, is it not. You're it until you tag me and vice versa.

*Takes a long sip of unfiltered alcohol and uses a match to blow a stream of fire that lights up the room and catches one of the tapestries on fire.*

*Jocabia walks over to the castle wall and knocks on it and a large brick crumbles into dust making a window.*

Look at this! The castle needs our energy, our participation. It feeds on our blood and the blood of our victims. It's starving!
OOC: Forgive my idiocy, but I have never played internet tag. I assume it just involves saying tag with an overly implausible situation attached, yes?

IC: *still tasting acid in his mouth, tribes spits on the floor. He watches interestedly as the floor absorbs the blood and spit mixture, causing that section of the floor to sparkle with new life shortly*

The castle really is thirsty. *hugs a wall* Don't worry, when I get back there will be blood spilled. And not all of it will be mine.

*she hears voices and wakes up from a drunken stupor. bleary eyed and dishevelled, she looks around*

*she hears voices and wakes up from a drunken stupor. bleary eyed and dishevelled, she looks around**sees CG*

Wow, things have become bad. Even our Goddess is looking like a hobo now.

OOC: Gotta go. See y'all later. :)

*Yells from down the stairs* "Nothing wrong with a good :confused: fetish!" ;)

Oh, good. Want me to help you discover the many entertaining uses of a concrete penguin? ;)

*flattens one of the peasants by beating him into a thin pulp with his penguin, starting with the feet and working upwards*

*smears the peasant's blood over the walls to help sustain the castle*

There you go, Joc!

Hype's peasant countdown: 49 remaining

*sees CG*

Wow, things have become bad. Even our Goddess is looking like a hobo now.

OOC: Gotta go. See y'all later. :)

WHAT?!!!
DAMN YOU TRIBES!!!

*stops smearing the bodily remains of his peasant over the walls, and waves a bloodied hand at the Goddess*

Looking a little tired there. Want something to wake you up? I think Jocabia has been mixing some interesting drinks...

OOC: Forgive my idiocy, but I have never played internet tag. I assume it just involves saying tag with an overly implausible situation attached, yes?

IC: *still tasting acid in his mouth, tribes spits on the floor. He watches interestedly as the floor absorbs the blood and spit mixture, causing that section of the floor to sparkle with new life shortly*

The castle really is thirsty. *hugs a wall* Don't worry, when I get back there will be blood spilled. And not all of it will be mine.

OOC: More or less. You only need respond when you have time. But you need to look for people's attempts to 'tag' you.

IC:

*Grabs one of the line of peasants and breaks his neck. Using his fingernail he cuts through the jugular and rings the peasant out like a rag into the newly created window. The blood appears to be absorbed and as it disappears, a new and shiny brick can be seen where the old had crumbled away.*

Everyone can play. Here the deal there is individual tags between each set of people. Like this, if you, I and TCG are playing then I can be it with regards to TCG, you can be it with regards to me and TCG can be it with regards to you. In order for someone to become it, you must engage them in some form of trap. For example, you're it between us because you fell for my acid trap. You can be it as long as you like. Revenge is a dish best served cold, and whatnot. Sound fair?

Or you can wait. And there may be no castle when you return. It is quite simply your choice.

*shakes her head*
Ermm. Joc, dearest... i am going to take a long, hot shower... and make myself presentable. when i come back... you can explain it all again...
*she leaves for the showers, stumbling along the way, but pulling her battleaxe behind her all the same*

*shakes her head*
Ermm. Joc, dearest... i am going to take a long, hot shower... and make myself presentable. when i come back... you can explain it all again...
*she leaves for the showers, stumbling along the way, but pulling her battleaxe behind her all the same*


OOC: Basically, it's this. You're it if you fall in a trap. Then you design a trap and leave it for springing on another person (you can suggest a person or leave it for anyone to spring). The trap may spring, fail, or end up hurting the originator. Each 'it' relationship is between two people. So if I make you it and you spring a trap on Tribes, as far as I'm concerned you're still it. Does that all make sense?

IC:

*Moves to another part of the room so he can see into the showers*

OOC: Basically, it's this. You're it if you fall in a trap. Then you design a trap and leave it for springing on another person (you can suggest a person or leave it for anyone to spring). The trap may spring, fail, or end up hurting the originator. Each 'it' relationship is between two people. So if I make you it and you spring a trap on Tribes, as far as I'm concerned you're still it. Does that all make sense?

IC:

*Moves to another part of the room so he can see into the showers*

ooc: of course it doesn't... why am i still it for you if Tribes is now it for me?

IC: *she lets the water run until it is very hot and then steps under the water, savouring the sensation and the gentle caress... she reaches for the soap and starts to lather and rub herself vigorously...*

ooc: of course it doesn't... why am i still it for you if Tribes is now it for me?

IC: *she lets the water run until it is very hot and then steps under the water, savouring the sensation and the gentle caress... she reaches for the soap and starts to lather and rub herself vigorously...*

OOC: Because if Tribes is it and gone, then the game stagnates. If I tag you, you are it till you tag me. Only me. Away from that, you and Tribes have an 'it' as well and it goes to the last 'tagged' of the two of you. Basically, it's a whole bunch of games of two-person tag, that anyone can wander into and out of without affecting the other games.

IC:

*eyes bulge, along with other things*

*walks into the shower, and deposits his penguin beside the Goddess*

'scuse me. It needs all that blood washing off it. It won't bother you.

*smiles politely, and starts to walk back out*

Hello and g'd bye, y;all.

*she finishes her shower, allowing the water head to clean the penguin, then she turns it off, dries herself off and quickley walks to her tassled pillow pile, noticing that once again, she is alone in the castle. she dons her ankle bracelets, her whip she encircles around her waist, her 3 daggers she straps to her thighs and arm. she musses her hair and places a golden circlet to hold her curls. she finally retrieves a small bag from the pillows, checks the contents, and with a quick flick of the wrist, it disappears...*

Now i am ready!

Now i am ready!

*looks the Goddess up and down, impressed, then tilts his head, shimmering a little and appearing slightly more solid and 'real' than usual*

*smiles faintly*

Ready for... what exactly?

*looks the Goddess up and down, impressed, then tilts his head, shimmering a little and appearing slightly more solid and 'real' than usual*

*smiles faintly*

Ready for... what exactly?

For this sacrifical game... to save the castle of course...

For this sacrifical game... to save the castle of course...

Ah. *grins slowly*

Well, there are 48 of Hype's peasants left; more than enough for a few interesting ideas... Plus the one I gave you, of course.

*walks over to her and licks a few lingering drops of shower water from her skin as he thinks*

We need new weapons, really... Unless... Do you want to play "bat the peasant"?

*walks in with several carrier bags*
I brought guns and pizza!

Hi, Monotonous!

Well, I've got to go for now, but here's the basic idea of "bat the peasant"...

*looks around, picks up a rusty, neglected sword, and wedges it in a large crack in the crumbling wall, with the tip pointing outward*

The game is to take a peasant, use anything as a bat - your battle-axe, for example *grins* - and swing it hard to slam it into the peasant and propel him - *points* - onto the sword. Then his or her blood can be soaked into the wall.

You can also add your own rules.

Have fun; for now, I must depart.

*bows, shimmers, and blinks out of existence*

Okay! *rummages in one of the bags* *selects a rocket launcher* *batters the peasant* Come on, hit the sword! HIT THE SWORD! *peasant misses*


Well, that sucks. *eats pizza*

For this sacrifical game... to save the castle of course...

*Jocabia having given up waiting for TCG and Tribes to make their decision so he decides to begin the game and see who joins in. Also, having, ahem, finished watching TCG shower, he needn't continue watching the show. So he heads outside.*

The first one has to be good.

*He uses a shovel to build what appears to be a ramp. In front of the ramp he places a large fan that blows up and covers it with leaves and sticks. Finally he buries a bear trap in brush in front of the ramp.*

I hope this works.

*Jocabia scampers off waiting for someone to spring his trap.*

That is not the game at all!

*she shrugs*

I'll let Jocabia explain it...
*she sits on her pillow pile and sips her Divine Kiss*

I was playing bat the peasant though! *storms off* *realises he has nowhere to go*

*Jocabia having given up waiting for TCG and Tribes to make their decision so he decides to begin the game and see who joins in. Also, having, ahem, finished watching TCG shower, he needn't continue watching the show. So he heads outside.*

The first one has to be good.

*He uses a shovel to build what appears to be a ramp. In front of the ramp he places a large fan that blows up and covers it with leaves and sticks. Finally he buries a bear trap in brush in front of the ramp.*

I hope this works.

*Jocabia scampers off waiting for someone to spring his trap.*

*realising that drinking is what put her in a state in the first place, she drops the glass, gets up and proceeds to step outside for a wee bit of fresh air.

she strolls out of the castle compound, not even noticing the peasants... she had a lot on her mind, and that crazy woman keeps praying to her and giving her a headache. she absently rubs at a temple when she feels her foot dropping into a hole.

cursing herself for being so distracted, she tries to jump across but there is an obstacle. her foot touches the side of the ramp and she slips and falls, slicing her thigh with one of her daggers... she curses again and out of nowhere, the wind hits the ramp with a terrible force, lifting it. Too late to realise her predicament, she falls into the hole.*

*realising that drinking is what put her in a state in the first place, she drops the glass, gets up and proceeds to step outside for a wee bit of fresh air.

she strolls out of the castle compound, not even noticing the peasants... she had a lot on her mind, and that crazy woman keeps praying to her and giving her a headache. she absently rubs at a temple when she feels her foot dropping into a hole.

cursing herself for being so distracted, she tries to jump across but there is an obstacle. her foot touches the side of the ramp and she slips and falls, slicing her thigh with one of her daggers... she curses again and out of nowhere, the wind hits the ramp with a terrible force, lifting it. Too late to realise her predicament, she falls into the hole.*

OOC: We'll pretend a bear trap is a hole and not a contraption made of metal that clamps onto the leg of a bear.

IC:

*Jocabia looks on as his goddess falls into the 'bear trap'. He notices that as she falls she throws her legs wide apart offering and excellent view.* I'm going to have to make her fall into holes more often, *he thinks*

*Jocabia leans over the hole and sees a confused and bloodied Goddess*

Did I mention that precognition doesn't work while playing my game? You're it.

*Jocabia giggles like a school girl and runs off to avoid her revenge.*

OOC: We'll pretend a bear trap is a hole and not a contraption made of metal that clamps onto the leg of a bear.

IC:

*Jocabia looks on as his goddess falls into the 'bear trap'. He notices that as she falls she throws her legs wide apart offering and excellent view.* I'm going to have to make her fall into holes more often, *he thinks*

*Jocabia leans over the hole and sees a confused and bloodied Goddess*

Did I mention that precognition doesn't work while playing my game? You're it.

*Jocabia giggles like a school girl and runs off to avoid her revenge.*
ooc: why don't you use contraptions that every body can recognize if it's so damned important! lol

ic:
*she looks up at him, confused at first, but then with a wild fury. her eyes are ablaze, but before she can make him pay, he scampers off.*

Of course, my champion. Leave me like this. it's the honorable thing to do...

*realizing help is not forthcoming, she teleports herself to the castle. as soon as she appears, her wounds heal and she feels something.. about the castle... it's almost like it's... drinking... she nods, satisfied*

Very well, so it begins...

ooc: why don't you use contraptions that every body can recognize if it's so damned important! lol

ic:
*she looks up at him, confused at first, but then with a wild fury. her eyes are ablaze, but before she can make him pay, he scampers off.*

Of course, my champion. Leave me like this. it's the honorable thing to do...

It's a game, my goddess. I can't just sit there waiting for you to tear my legs off. I know you'll recover. *he knows she can hear his mind thinking this*

Yes, my champion the game is afoot... and a very interesting game it will be...

*she stands very still for a few moments, then a slow smile spreads across her face.

she goes to her pillow pile, and starts inspecting every pillow. she reaches for a pouch that suddenly appeared on a pillow and retieves what looks like a long needle. she starts poking the pillow and muttering under her breath. the tassles seem to come alive for a moment and then stop moving. she grins and lays the first pillow and takes up another one, and she continues like this until all the pillows have been poked. she arranges them carefully.

she then retrieves a little vial from her bag and pouring a little powder in her hand, she sprinkles some on her tassled pillow pile. she smiles with satisfaction.

she moves to the middle and lays on them.*

*watches with some interest, then shrugs*

I'll just play on my own while I'm waiting.

*takes a terrified peasant, takes aim with his penguin, swings it, and bats the peasant towards the protruding sword*

*watches the peasant slam into the wall*

Damn... Missed...

*watches with some interest, then shrugs*

I'll just play on my own while I'm waiting.

*takes a terrified peasant, takes aim with his penguin, swings it, and bats the peasant towards the protruding sword*

*watches the peasant slam into the wall*

Damn... Missed...

OOC: What are you waiting for?

Yes, my champion the game is afoot... and a very interesting game it will be...

*she stands very still for a few moments, then a slow smile spreads across her face.

she goes to her pillow pile, and starts inspecting every pillow. she reaches for a pouch that suddenly appeared on a pillow and retieves what looks like a long needle. she starts poking the pillow and muttering under her breath. the tassles seem to come alive for a moment and then stop moving. she grins and lays the first pillow and takes up another one, and she continues like this until all the pillows have been poked. she arranges them carefully.

she then retrieves a little vial from her bag and pouring a little powder in her hand, she sprinkles some on her tassled pillow pile. she smiles with satisfaction.

she moves to the middle and lays on them.*

*Jocabia slinks up behind TCG and jumps down into the pillows next to her.*

Hello, my goddess. Shouldn't you be planning a trap for me or something, instead of sitting here on your a- *Suddenly the tassles begin to move and he finds himself restrained by tassles on each ankle and wrist. Several tassles work together to restrain his large neck, making it difficult for him to breath or move.*

*Jocabia slinks up behind TCG and jumps down into the pillows next to her.*

Hello, my goddess. Shouldn't you be planning a trap for me or something, instead of sitting here on your a- *Suddenly the tassles begin to move and he finds himself restrained by tassles on each ankle and wrist. Several tassles work together to restrain his large neck, making it difficult for him to breath or move.*

*with every shallow breath he takes, he inhales the powder she sprinkled, a form of cocoaine, a powerful drug.

he stops straining and slowly, one red pillow seems to grow and its tassles get longer... and longer... it advances on him with an omnious swishing sound*

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*has the last laugh in this thread*

Ha ha!

*has the last word in this thread*

Word.

*has the last laugh in this thread*

Ha ha!

*has the last word in this thread*

Word.

Hmmm... *wonders if that's true and laughs to himself*

Well, guess you were incorrect.

At least you got the last word. Oh, oops.

*has the last laugh in this thread*

Ha ha!

*has the last word in this thread*

Word.
Arse off Jocabia, it's my moment in the sun. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *cough*

*she laughs*
Ok boys, this is the last word: OUT!!!

Hmmm... *wonders if that's true and laughs to himself*

Well, guess you were incorrect.

At least you got the last word. Oh, oops.

Oops, I posted in white.

*she laughs*
Ok boys, this is the last word: OUT!!!
OK, no more posts.

Oh, fu-*gets hit by mod rocks. Probably in the groin, that seems to be the target area these days*

OK, no more posts.

Oh, fu-*gets hit by mod rocks. Probably in the groin, that seems to be the target area these days*

Don't you ever listen, dumba- *mod rocks definitely hit HIM in the groin*

Don't you ever listen, dumba- *mod rocks definitely hit HIM in the groin*
Good job, dude. That band sucks as- *gets hit in the groin by a lot of Jane Fonda keep fit tapes*

Good job, dude. That band sucks as- *gets hit in the groin by a lot of Jane Fonda keep fit tapes*

OOC: yeah, right, like the mods are keeping fit (uh, just kidding, mods)

IC:

Jane Fonda sucks as- *Gets hit about the pubic area with autographed pictures of David Hasselhoff that the mods just happen to have*

OOC: yeah, right, like the mods are keeping fit (uh, just kidding, mods)

IC:

Jane Fonda sucks as- *Gets hit about the pubic area with autographed pictures of David Hasselhoff that the mods just happen to have*Mew!
[better a pic than with KIT.]

Mew!
[better a pic than with KIT.]

Shhhh... I'm trying to be last.

*looks around* too bad?