Chivy Darrell
08 May 2010 @ 01:09 am
[Anybody remember that Pile o' Stuff from aaages ago? Yeah, didn't think so. Looks like someone's stumbled into it, though, and has even added on a bunch of things to the original mishmash. At the moment, he's simply pacing near the pile, toying with a shoe string tied around his right wrist.]

Who knew people'd lose so much 'round here...? [Sigh.

If you've ever lost anything on the Plane before, it's probably here now. Come and claim stuff!
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lamb_of_gold
08 May 2010 @ 11:50 pm
[Somewhere on the Astral Plane, Mu appears, seated, and holding onto a table. Spread on the table is a game of Mahjong, which seems well underway. Sitting across from Mu is Shion, who seems a little surprised to have been dragged to the Plane like this. Aside from them, there are two places that look as though they were occupied not long ago by the denizens of their reality.  ANYWAYS, Mu holds a finger up to silence Shion before the latter starts talking, then looks down at his own tiles. In a matter of seconds, he's picked up a discarded tile from the top of the discard pile and slides it into place in his hand before revealing said hand to Shion with a smile.]

That makes five Melds. I've won.

[Shion looks flabbergasted, then livid and he stands and slams his hands down on the table, disrupting the tiles quite severely.]


One. More. Game. Five out of seven wins the match!


I'm afraid that was the fifth.

Fine! Seven of nine, then!

The lambs won't have the patience for two more games
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[Shion grumbles something long, unintelligible, and probably very rude under his breath before speaking up again.]

Then we will settle this another way! [Competitive ram is, after all, competitive. His cosmo flares up in challenge. ]

Even if we do, it will not change the fact that you've lost at Mahjong, and thus are responsible for the laundry this week.


[There's a stareoff for a few minutes, but Shion eventually relents and sits back down in a huff.]

Fine.