gocirclegogo

[Britta had put a shirt on at least, as she knelt in bed beside Jeff, and she drummed his shoulder in a friendly way]

Wow. The verdict is in and I won't be a-quitting that any time soon. Judgment Winger for the win.

[she nodded knowingly and gave him a thumbs up]

Oh hey, speaking of verdicts and judgments, wouldn't it be fun to practice your lawyerly ways? We can practice right now. You can be the defense and I'll be the offense - plaintiff - you know, the lawyer person you're fighting.

ineluctabilis

1. Post your character/characters.
2. Tag around! Make up a situation, pick a few from the list or use the RNG (1-12) to pick one for you.
3. Roll as many combos as you want for added horror/hilarity. Cuddling with cannibalism and birthdays? Sure! Roll mid-thread! Roll when tagging back! Have all the rolls.
4. Do this as many times as you like to as many characters as you want until you're bored with it. UNLIMITED THREADS.
5. Brief setting info here and always feel free to hit up someone if you're not sure. Rule of thumb: Make shit up.
6. Count as game canon if you want! Just have fun with it.
7. Addition! If there's something you do not want to be tagged with, please make sure to note that!

( it could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare )

bedheaded

[This is your set-up:

Annie (or Duncan OR BOTH or NONE OF THE ABOVE) has appeared suddenly in the middle of Victorian London. Lovecraftian Victorian London, but no tentacles are immediately apparent.]

[SO WHAT DO YOU DO?]

[Whatever you do choose to do, I'll take it from there, so roll with it however you want. Also use prose or spammy brackets or whatever as you prefer. I am just setting it up SO IT HAPPENS instead of vanishing in my indecisive stomach.]

bedheaded

[A well-dressed dude (still 2011-worthy in his dressing, because like hell will he wear these Victorian clothes) drops by the Church of Dagon. It is creepy as hell and disturbing, but he has dealt with worse people. Probably. Either way, he comes asking for Mikado. He says it's business and he has a charming enough smile when needs be, so he'll probably be trusted on it.]

bedheaded

[So Jeff is in Lion's shop, checking out the new jeans material. It's an awesome material, unlike scratchy wigs or horrible robes. It's seriously super awesome. He touches it.] This denim is really comfortable. Soft to the touch, but probably as durable as it is sturdy. [Unlike those stupid robes.] Where do you get it?

theworst

[So Jeff and Britta are in a library, in a study room, with books spread across the table. It's oddly nostalgic, except there are five other people missing. Britta's face is scrunched up as she reads over one trying to find something in there to quiz Jeff about to help him in his studying]

How many laws do you really need to know to be a lawyer? Can't you just sing Witchy Woman and win the jury over or whatever it is that you do?

[they seriously need Annie, because this thing called studying is hard]

theworst

[See Britta walking down the street as people tend to do, when she sees a cat cross her path]

Awww, kitty.

[She bends down to try to pick it up, but it runs off as if spooked by something into a nearby alley way. Britta looks around herself confused, before inching towards the alley]

Kitty? Here kitty kitty.

[As she gets closer, she hears what sounds like a strangled cat cry, and before thinking, she charges into the alley way to see what happened to the cat]

Kitty!?

[Upon entering the alleyway, it's empty, except for the Deep One now hiding in the shadows. Britta doesn't see the Deep One as she searches for the cat near some boxes. She hears a shriek, and falls to the ground. When she turns to look behind her, she sees the Deep One now making it's way towards her.]

...shit.

[Her hands are searching behind her for something to use as a weapon as she keeps her eyes on the Deep One and tries to get back on her feet so she can run]

bedheaded

[A man is stuck in the streets of London. He has an amazing I-don't-care-about-my-hair-because-that's-how-cool-I-am hairstyle, $300 dollar Italian jeans, and I dare you to ask the thread count on that shirt, the first few buttons of which have been carelessly left unbuttoned. That's right. The hipsters have arrived. Also, he is holding a blackberry.]

[Clothing aside, he is not acting all that hip. He speaks with very broad hand gestures and a moderately manic expression.]

What the hell is this? When did we go Sherlock Holmes? Abed, are you doing a 'themed episode' [he doesn't need physical air quotes: he can do it with his voice] again? Because if you are, I need to know how the hell you pulled this off so it never happens again! [He stares at his Blackberry in incredulity, and here comes the last straw.] And why isn't my phone getting any signal?

[A choked scream of frustration, and he kicks a nearby crate.] This doesn't make any sense!

[Someone stop him before he finds an axe.]

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