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[A boy, looking about 12 years old, appears angrily on the plane holding a pistol. Such pretty white stripes in his black hair! And a black, prim outfit. He basically looks like a snooty man's snooty rich child.]

TWO DAMN IT. One- [stops as he realizes some things. First, he is only holding a single gun, which he immediately tosses to the side theatrically. Second, he's not wherever he was.] Liz... This place is a mess!

[The gun, in mid-air, transforms into an older teen/young adult. She has delicious boobies a cowboy hat and bright red "shirt" that covers all of her cleavage and breasts and none of her stomach. She surveys their surroundings sternly and disgustedly.] What happened here...

... We'll need a lot of towels, stain remover, air fresheners - Where's Patty? We could use her help with this.

[The woman cringes] We?! I'm not cleaning this up! Blood will stain my jeans!!

[OOC: Double intro post for Liz Thompson and Death the Kid. INBOX RAPE COMING AT YA |D If you only want to be bugged by one, say so in ooc or something.]

Comments

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, you thought it was a lie?

[mustbesymmetric.livejournal.com]

It sounds just a little bit impossible.

[madamemoiselle]

I guess so. But here we all are.

[mustbesymmetric.livejournal.com]

[Kid sighs. His brain hurts :|b] Yeah. Immortals and time travelers. It's an... interesting place.

[madamemoiselle]

It's certainly that! But I like it.

[mustbesymmetric.livejournal.com]

You have a lot of friends here?

[madamemoiselle]

Well, I have a few, and a very good friend or two.

[mustbesymmetric.livejournal.com]

They aren't kishin, right?

[madamemoiselle]

Of course not! I don't think anyone like that is here at all.

[mustbesymmetric.livejournal.com]

Oh. Well, good! Less work for me, then.