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overjoyed_logs2017-02-05 10:16 pm
iuramentum) wrote in overjoyed_logs2017-02-05 10:16 pm
Years and years of CR garbage
Who: Saber (iuramentum ) and an assortment of other lovelies.
Where: Mostly on Leith, but probably goddamn everywhere. Lbr.
When: THE MISTS OF TIME ~*~ (5 years-Present day)
Summary: General "here's why I know you, and you're still a goddamn idiot" CR bullshitting. Ayyyy. (CR Plotting post can be found here for perusal.)
Restrictions/Warnings: Probably a lot of cussing because some nerds don't use their inside voice.
OPTION A:
Guess what time it is?
SHITTY WARRANT TIME. This may range from simple but mind-numbingly boring tasks such as sorting paperwork according to date or alphabetically by the proxy-client's last name, recovering a precious family heirloom from the dump like three planets away that somehow miraculously got thrown out in the trash, so on and so forth. At least it's not a dangerous job...
OPTION B:
...unlike this prompt, which is gonna be all about that dangerous warrant goodness. Hell yeah.
Which means weapons: out, guns: blazing, shit: about to be rocked. People are probably/maybe/absolutely going to get seriously hurt in the crossfire, so hopefully one of you brought off-brand Hello (space) Kitty band-aids to put on any really nasty gunshot wounds or whatever.
OPTION C:
Somewhere, somehow, with some twist of fate, getting shitfaced drunk is now on the schedule. This is the obligatory 'socialize in a bar' prompt.
Maybe it was an accident (likely), you dragged her here (also likely), or she figured it wouldn't hurt to have a drink off-duty just to half-heartedly pretend she isn't a total stick in the mud (maybe once in a blue moon). Either way, here you are, in what may or may not be a real craphole of a bar.
...unless it's your bar. Then it might be a little less 'covered in grime' and more 'charmingly rustic'????
OPTION D:
You know what a good way to unwind from work is?
Beating up your RAC friends! With friendship punches!
Sparring is a time-honored tradition to strengthen bonds between co-workers, so here's Saber, all kitted up in safety equipment a size or two too big for her but still resolutely determined to try piledriving an unlucky someone (you,lbr here) face-first into the ground. Warm-up wrasslin first, then weapons can come out afterwards.
WILDCARD!
You do you, cupcake!
iuramentum ) and an assortment of other lovelies.Where: Mostly on Leith, but probably goddamn everywhere. Lbr.
When: THE MISTS OF TIME ~*~ (5 years-Present day)
Summary: General "here's why I know you, and you're still a goddamn idiot" CR bullshitting. Ayyyy. (CR Plotting post can be found here for perusal.)
Restrictions/Warnings: Probably a lot of cussing because some nerds don't use their inside voice.
OPTION A:
Guess what time it is?
SHITTY WARRANT TIME. This may range from simple but mind-numbingly boring tasks such as sorting paperwork according to date or alphabetically by the proxy-client's last name, recovering a precious family heirloom from the dump like three planets away that somehow miraculously got thrown out in the trash, so on and so forth. At least it's not a dangerous job...
OPTION B:
...unlike this prompt, which is gonna be all about that dangerous warrant goodness. Hell yeah.
Which means weapons: out, guns: blazing, shit: about to be rocked. People are probably/maybe/absolutely going to get seriously hurt in the crossfire, so hopefully one of you brought off-brand Hello (space) Kitty band-aids to put on any really nasty gunshot wounds or whatever.
OPTION C:
Somewhere, somehow, with some twist of fate, getting shitfaced drunk is now on the schedule. This is the obligatory 'socialize in a bar' prompt.
Maybe it was an accident (likely), you dragged her here (also likely), or she figured it wouldn't hurt to have a drink off-duty just to half-heartedly pretend she isn't a total stick in the mud (maybe once in a blue moon). Either way, here you are, in what may or may not be a real craphole of a bar.
...unless it's your bar. Then it might be a little less 'covered in grime' and more 'charmingly rustic'????
OPTION D:
You know what a good way to unwind from work is?
Beating up your RAC friends! With friendship punches!
Sparring is a time-honored tradition to strengthen bonds between co-workers, so here's Saber, all kitted up in safety equipment a size or two too big for her but still resolutely determined to try piledriving an unlucky someone (you,lbr here) face-first into the ground. Warm-up wrasslin first, then weapons can come out afterwards.
WILDCARD!
You do you, cupcake!