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peckenpaugh2020-06-01 11:18 am
peckishmods) wrote in peckenpaugh2020-06-01 11:18 am
"Oohh," Armani breathes, eyes like saucers as he takes it all in. He is in awe. "Is this the Pony Party?"
Audrey blinks. That should’ve done it. But, ah, that’s not quite all there is to beer pong. “Ooooh.” She doesn’t bother to explain. But she takes this hit and goes to stand on the other side of the table. Gingerly, politely, she fetches the cup Jup had thrown the ball into. She drinks the beer in it, fishing out the ping pong ball and trying real hard to not think about whose chest this had just been embraced in.
Surely that was the missing link.
Surely that was the missing link.
Audrey gets a little buzz on with that flat memory beer, but everyone stays right where they are.
The lit wand in Merlin's hand only makes the massive horse head more visible and he stares at it blankly, wondering (and not for the first time) just what is wrong with their Party Bug. At least he knows that this unfortunate equine isn't any more real that the English-speaking snakes they'd encountered at another of Pocket's parties. "...The infamous Pony Party," he agrees, leaving the awe to Armani, "Seems that way."
Armani skips forward, arms thrown out to catch the warm and humid ?breeze. "It's breathing," he says, looking more and more excited with each new horrifying reveal. He steps onto the tongue-- squish-- and turns back toward Merlin, giddy. "We get to jump down its throat-hole!"
Armani can feel his foot sink into that warm, squishy tongue. When he pulls it away, it sticks like gum to the heel of his shoe.
Armani grabs his tamagotchi and tamagets outta here.
Edited (he worked very hard in this memory and contributed a lot) 2020-06-09 21:53 (UTC)
While part of Merlin wants to protest this hasty decision and point out that a search of the cave before jumping down the throat would be the pragmatic thing to do, there doesn't appear to be much of anything up here and it's obvious where all the players in this memory are focusing. So. Down the hatch.
He follows Armani, but stops when he sees how the other boy's foot sinks in with the first step. That's doesn't seem right. "Gotta dock points for inaccuracy," he remarks, tone dry but also a bit tense.
He follows Armani, but stops when he sees how the other boy's foot sinks in with the first step. That's doesn't seem right. "Gotta dock points for inaccuracy," he remarks, tone dry but also a bit tense.
Edited (Words.) 2020-06-09 22:35 (UTC)
Oh, gross. And not in the fun way anymore. Armani weighs his options: look cool in front of Merlin by pretending he is a-okay with this, or save his cute boots by begging Merlin to carry him through.
What he ends up doing is looking at him very sadly, the wind taken out of his sails. Figuratively. The horse breath is still hot on his neck.
"My boots..."
What he ends up doing is looking at him very sadly, the wind taken out of his sails. Figuratively. The horse breath is still hot on his neck.
"My boots..."
As Armani's cute boots sink and squish into the tongue, the surface pulls taught and tears free. The skin sloughs off and piles onto his feet, revealing an emergency test pattern underneath.
Imogen winces -- no one saw that, surely -- but her stance is one of readiness, prepared to lunge forward or back at the slightest provocation.
Swinging the bat a little in her fingers, she juts her chin at the dark spot.
"What about um, that?"
Swinging the bat a little in her fingers, she juts her chin at the dark spot.
"What about um, that?"
"...Can we take that, though?"
That's a stalling technique, because he doesn't want to be the one to touch it. But that's stupid. Nothing's jumped out at them yet. He takes a deep breath, checking behind him to make sure she's still looking. "If I go, make them retroactively make me prom king." He intones, and then leans forward to scratch off that patch of darkness, fully anticipating going up in flames right then.
That's a stalling technique, because he doesn't want to be the one to touch it. But that's stupid. Nothing's jumped out at them yet. He takes a deep breath, checking behind him to make sure she's still looking. "If I go, make them retroactively make me prom king." He intones, and then leans forward to scratch off that patch of darkness, fully anticipating going up in flames right then.
Edited 2020-06-10 00:23 (UTC)
With the scene back in motion and the muscheron preparing for their romantic evening, Merlin suddenly feels a bit ridiculous. They're not here for a double date. They've got work to do. He gives Imogen a small tug before reluctantly slipping his hand from hers and focusing on maneuvering the oversized candle toward the door.
"Is it his eye?" Felicity asks solemnly. "Do we need to take his eye?"
It's not often that Chanel gets to wander around a muggle space, when she's in school. But that's exactly what this is. A gross Muggle bar that, even if she was old enough, she'd sooner die than spend time in. So this is odd, in the first place. As the memory plays out, her eyebrows wrinkle more tightly together, as she realizes that perhaps how all this started was some man who thought this world, the one she'd found by accident too, held such great promise. She honestly can't even blame him.
She gravitates closer, to see the evidence. It's interesting to know the observations people might've made about their lives. Her life, now. But first things first. She quirks an eyebrow at Eddy. "Want a drink?"
Suddenly, she could use one.
She gravitates closer, to see the evidence. It's interesting to know the observations people might've made about their lives. Her life, now. But first things first. She quirks an eyebrow at Eddy. "Want a drink?"
Suddenly, she could use one.
Imogen and Merlin completed the memory "Dinner Date"!
Upon emerging from the memory out into the auditorium, the portal snapped shut behind them.
Elsewhere in the auditorium, a Lovelorn Muscheron and clovers, a magimagicicada were freed!
You can check your token totals in Pouch's shop here, and maybe see if there's anything worth grabbing while you're there!
Upon emerging from the memory out into the auditorium, the portal snapped shut behind them.
Elsewhere in the auditorium, a Lovelorn Muscheron and clovers, a magimagicicada were freed!
- Imogen and Merlin each earned 5 Tokens for completing the memory!
- They earned an additional 2 Tokens for finding the linchpin before the cap!
- They earned an additional 2 Tokens for just sticking their hands in fire! Sick!
You can check your token totals in Pouch's shop here, and maybe see if there's anything worth grabbing while you're there!
There's a place back home this reminds Eddy of. Mama hangs out there, when she's meeting with less reputable folk. The dust his broom-turned-bo staff passively kicks up is indistinguishable from all the smoke in the air.
A few seconds pass before Eddy's eyes adjust to the lighting, but when they do, an uncomfortable jolt of rage kicks through him. This time Eddy recognizes the man, younger perhaps, less gray, less wrinkles, but this is the man he'd witnessed Pouch hand his heart over to not long ago. The man who had smiled and sweet talked. He doesn't want to see this memory, but he watches.
Eddy's muggle experiences are limited. A couple months in this school or that one in that time between Lubbock and finding family with Wyatt and his mom. He doesn't remember much. Lots of hand held gaming devices and cellphones. The muggle world has changed so much since this memory took place, but he doesn't understand that.
"Pass," he says and knocks the glass over towards Bland. It's childish and his mother would be aghast, but she's not here right now and it makes him feel just an iota better.
"Who're we rescuing here?"
A few seconds pass before Eddy's eyes adjust to the lighting, but when they do, an uncomfortable jolt of rage kicks through him. This time Eddy recognizes the man, younger perhaps, less gray, less wrinkles, but this is the man he'd witnessed Pouch hand his heart over to not long ago. The man who had smiled and sweet talked. He doesn't want to see this memory, but he watches.
Eddy's muggle experiences are limited. A couple months in this school or that one in that time between Lubbock and finding family with Wyatt and his mom. He doesn't remember much. Lots of hand held gaming devices and cellphones. The muggle world has changed so much since this memory took place, but he doesn't understand that.
"Pass," he says and knocks the glass over towards Bland. It's childish and his mother would be aghast, but she's not here right now and it makes him feel just an iota better.
"Who're we rescuing here?"
Edited 2020-06-10 01:42 (UTC)
Presley smirks. "I'm willing to try it, but I take no responsibility for whatever permanent mental damage the cat suffers from us breaking her linchpin." He hangs in the back, checking around the greenhouse again, just in case, and follows the others across their teacher's back.
Unaware that he's being considered for a possible taxi service, Merlin leans over the tongue and starts to offer Armani his hand so he can help the other boy to pull himself out safely and they can reassess the situation. But he pauses leaning over the gelatinous mess when he sees the emergency pattern that appears beneath Armani's shoes.
"What the hell...?" he murmurs without actually expecting an answer and looks at Armani. Then he does offer his hand. "...I think we need to take a better look at this thing before we go jumping down its throat."
"What the hell...?" he murmurs without actually expecting an answer and looks at Armani. Then he does offer his hand. "...I think we need to take a better look at this thing before we go jumping down its throat."
The glass doesn't fall, because Burton Bland catches it. He turns his head and smiles a warm, cinnamon smile. "No need to rescue anyone here. Everything's happening just as it should."
Edited 2020-06-10 01:47 (UTC)
Chanel will never admit it later, but she jumps about five feet into the air. Or maybe that's just the fact that the shoes she's wearing are too tall. None of the memories have interacted with them before.
It feels, suddenly, that they've fallen into a horrible trap and all she can summon is every ounce of mean girl energy she's accrued over 17 years, arching one perfect eyebrow even as she rests her hands on her record-swords.
"Didn't you die?" She sounds horribly unimpressed.
It feels, suddenly, that they've fallen into a horrible trap and all she can summon is every ounce of mean girl energy she's accrued over 17 years, arching one perfect eyebrow even as she rests her hands on her record-swords.
"Didn't you die?" She sounds horribly unimpressed.
Edited (grammar BAD) 2020-06-10 02:07 (UTC)
Oh, gross. But kinda in the fun way again. Armani's expression lights up in an instant; it didn't take much.
He looks at Merlin's offered hand, then the emergency test pattern, back to the hand, then the test pattern again. "I gotta... touch." Just real fast, though. He squats down so quickly to slap it and then pops back up again to reach for Merlin's hand.
He looks at Merlin's offered hand, then the emergency test pattern, back to the hand, then the test pattern again. "I gotta... touch." Just real fast, though. He squats down so quickly to slap it and then pops back up again to reach for Merlin's hand.
"This is," Winter isn't so well versed in Peckenpaugh lore that she knows what she's stepped into right off the bat, but she can guess. The name Bryce, the familiar blonde curls, that face that vaguely matches the Muggle Studies teacher, all puzzle pieces that fit loosely together.
She'd left her own home once, though she'd done it because, well, her little family had just fallen apart. Not in the way the Quallses had, though. She moves through the room, stopping to touch the tape dispenser on her way to the window to peek outside. "This is one of Mr. Qualls's kids, right?"
She'd left her own home once, though she'd done it because, well, her little family had just fallen apart. Not in the way the Quallses had, though. She moves through the room, stopping to touch the tape dispenser on her way to the window to peek outside. "This is one of Mr. Qualls's kids, right?"
Eddy's reaction isn't much different, just add some loud expletives to the mix. Shock and surprise quickly turnover to renewed anger at this man's voice, his smile, his confident words, and Eddy's first instinct is not talking, but he restrains his fists, for now.
"Did a fucking grand job of it," he snarls, stepping shoulder-to-shoulder with Chanel, and shifting into a guard stance, both hands firmly gripping his staff and ready to spring if this man tries to do anything to her.
"Did a fucking grand job of it," he snarls, stepping shoulder-to-shoulder with Chanel, and shifting into a guard stance, both hands firmly gripping his staff and ready to spring if this man tries to do anything to her.
But are you sure you want to go out there Armani? Because either Merlin is getting shorter, or his own feet are starting to sink into the floor of Pocket's cave, slurping him up like a spaghetti noodle.
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