[020]

[oliverplus]

[there is a new building on the Plane! or, rather, a room--from the TARDIS, to be exact. Oliver has propped its door open with an oddly-shaped metal canister, allowing the Plane's residents to see that the room basically consists of an outside ledge around a giant ball pit. yes, a ball pit--filled to the brim with shiny, multicolored, hollow plastic balls]

[Oliver is standing in the doorway of the room, looking nervous but hopeful, and holding a gun] I figured we could use a break after, you know, everything. And I... [his expression slips slightly, but only for an instant] Well. I want everybody to have a chance for some fun. I wasn't sure I'd be able to get it all here, but it worked!

And this might make things even more interesting. Watch! [grinning, he turns to face into the room. first, he fires the gun at the ceiling, creating an oval outlined in blue. then he fires again, into the corner of the pit this time. anyone watching can now just see the edges of an orange oval in the pit. there are now two ovals rather like these. the balls around the orange one are pouring into it--only to reappear falling out of the blue hole in the ceiling. this is creating a sort of ball waterfall, which due to momentum is causing lots of flying balls as well. a few even go rolling out the doorway]

What do you think? Jump in!

Comments

[oliverplus]

Irving Braxiatel. He...uh...looks like a politician, basically. Lots of suits. [quickly] But he's not the evil politician! That's the Master.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[That's a name he hasn't heard in a while.]

Right. The Master. You'd think that if they had similar fashion sense, this Irving guy would try to distance himself from it as much as possible.

[oliverplus]

[he'd never thought of it like that] It's hard to do the politician look without suits?

I don't really know the Master, but--[firmly]--besides the suits, they're not alike.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Well yeah, but he could wear a white one or something so he doesn't look as evil. Or maybe something fun, like tiger stripes.

[Axel looks a little awkward at this.]

Eh heh... he was a little crazy. And not in a good way.

Smelled like blood.

[oliverplus]

[frowns] I knew about that, yeah...

[quickly] So anyway! If you see Irving around, you should ask him about the gun.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I will! Definitely.

All that jumping made me thirsty, so. [He salutes Oliver, but turns it into a two-fingered wave instead as he heads to the kitchen.] See ya~