general purpose freeform nonserious RP thread

Tachyon

*returns to home deep in the woods*

*sips honey from an acorn-cup*

Hexartes

*mysteriously teleports in*

*leaves immediately*

Tachyon

*looks up, startled*

Yarrun XIX

*there is a knock at the door. Light and apprehensive, like the gnawing of a rat*

Tachyon

A visitor!  State your name and business, visitor.

Yarrun XIX

Mr. Grout-Patel, Gapadma Ventures. Do let me in.

Tachyon

Never heard of you!

Why should I let you in?

Yarrun XIX

Because Gapadma Ventures is approximately eighteen point twenty four kilometers from this dwelling, and it is the manner of honest men to host weary travelers.

Tachyon

Oh, a traveller!  Why didn't you say so?  Enter, traveller.

The door swings open, seemingly of its own accord, revealing a clean, if slightly untidy looking room with stone walls.  A large, wooden bookshelf stands against the wall immediately opposite the front door.  In the centre of the room there is a low, wooden table, around which are six small wooden chairs.  The table is covered with plates containing all kinds of delicious-looking food, from succulent meat to ripe and juicy fruits to the most gorgeous cakes you have laid eyes upon.  However, the table is set only for one.  There is nobody in the room.

Yarrun XIX

Mr. Grout-Patel, with the caution and wariness of a horse in a cubicle, walked inside the room. He was a tall man, Lincolnian in his stature, so he chose against picking a seat.

Vriska

A spider spins a we8 in one corner of the room. She is aware of the presence of the others, 8ut holds no interest in their convers8ion.

glennmagusharvey

~hammers a Dr. Wily sign on a wall~

Tanya

~Shouts at the house~

"Thy time is near, soon the Lord of the lightless realms shall undo our world so that he may build anew, repent of your deity and worship Fluegood so that you too may be remade on the new world"

....

"I have pamphlets.

Imipolex G

a cow girl, weary from traveling all day, rests her copious form on a tuft of grass outside, removes from some unknown location a copy of the complete stories of Jorge Luis Borges, and begins to read

Tachyon

*enters the room, casually tearing the Dr. Wily sign from the wall*

Greetings, traveller.  Please, sit down.  Let me take your coat.

And who are you, sign-hanger?  I don't remember inviting you in.

glennmagusharvey

~teleports out abruptly~

Yarrun XIX

Mr. Grout-Patel shrugged off his overcoat and handed it to the man.

"I think I'd prefer to stand. I'm not feeling quite myself at the moment"

glennmagusharvey

~teleports back in, carrying a beach ball~

~throws beach ball at nearest person~

~teleports out~

Tachyon

*hangs the coat on a wooden hook*

*catches the beachball, hisses*

Whatever suits you, traveller.  Are you cold?  Perhaps you'd prefer to stand by the fire?

*notices the nail that glennmagusharvey hammered into the wall, hisses again, but doesn't make any effort to remove it*

Yarrun XIX

"...it appears you have a problem with rogue teleporters, my dear host. Perhaps I could be of assistance? One of our sister companies specializes in teleportation locks."

Tachyon

Oh, a salesman, are we?

Tell me about these teleportation locks.

Yarrun XIX

"Well, the locks aren't exactly my specialty. I specialize in extraneous cybernetic limbs and non-lethal personal deterrence equipment. But I could send you a flyer when I get back to base."

Tachyon

Please do.

*glances at the nail with distaste, still holding the beach ball*

Vriska

The spider crawls along the wall, over to the nail, then out to the edge. An astute o8server would notice a thin thread of spider-silk hanging from the edge of the nail and in front of the sign as the spider rappels downward.

Yarrun XIX

So, I'll need a name and address that I can send the pamphlet to.