New Jersey, Thursday Late Morning/Early Afternoon

[l1ttle_billy]

Five police cars, one fire truck, and two ambulances arrived. Uniformed police got out of the cars and began a sweep of the immediate area. The first man out of one of the cars however, was not wearing a uniform. Well, not a police uniform at any rate.

The man in the black suit strode purposefully towards Snake-Eyes.

"What in god's name happened here? Scarlett said you and Billy were going to rescue Storm Shadow. She didn't say anything about a pitched battle in the middle of Jersey with the Dreadknocks."

Snake-Eyes could only shrug, and started signing an explanation.

[Live play of the aftermath of Billy's plot. For those who are already involved, and NFB due to distance. Small OCD coming is up.]

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Re: At The Scene

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

"I don't know. It's just been...more Coralian, maybe? This week, at least. Not switching, just some leakage." Anemone shrugged a bit. "More spice than sugar? It happens sometimes. A lot less here than it does at home."

"I'm blaming that weekend," she said, nodding seriously. "It's hard enough with two in my head. Three? That's pushing it."

Re: At The Scene

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"I like spicy. Makes things interesting." Then he actually listened to her. "Please tell me that you didn't have a tiny fairy crawl into your head or somethign this weekend?" he said. He would be headdesking or facepalming, but his hands were on her shoulders. So he head-haired.

"What the hell was the third?!" he asked, his voice muffled in her hair.

Re: At The Scene

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

"Oh, um, I forgot to tell you..." No, she didn't forget, she just didn't want him to wig out. "You know how Fandom Weird happens? Well, I turned into someone else. I, er.." Anemone took a deep breath and tried not to wince.

"IturnedintoaJediandbitchedoutMasterSkywalker."

Wow, one breath. Impressive. "But! Being Serra was kinda cool, and I didn't even kissy anyone when I was not-me, so, um, yay?"

Re: At The Scene

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John, softly mind you, was knocking his forehead against the nearest hard object...which was Anemone's noggin. "Sweetie? Remind me that I love you and it's generally bad to fall over laughing because then it's so much easier for you to stab me a lot." He dropped his hands into what looked like a hug type position and probably was a hug type position but had the added side effect of keeping Ane close enough that she couldn't punch him in the face. Hopefully.

"You pissed off the Emo Bathrobe and lived? Awesome!"

Re: At The Scene

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

"Don't call him that!" Anemone swatted at him lightly and giggled. "I like Master Skywalker! He's fun."

Anemone has a very warped sense of fun. That might be why she's not-dating John.

"Sweetie, you like me and it's generally bad to fall over laughing because then it's so much easier for me to stab you," she parroted primly. "I'll have you know I didn't stab anyone today. I shot them, I stomped on his arm, and kicked his ribs and head, but I did not stab."

Re: At The Scene

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John also has a warped sense of fun. It's why he gets along so well with his not-girlfriend.

"I'm glad you managed not to stab someone today. Because that's the important thing." He poked her, grinning.

"Should we flee like fleeing things and make sure Billyboy is safe?" He was keeping a wary eye on the newcomer peoplethings.