Milkfields finest hour! Backdated to Thursday morning.

[weiss_tank]

[Action - Assassin House (and plus one princess and one knight) Backdated to Thursday]


[Ken of course has raced Miakis to the milk, intending to take whatever blow that this particular bottle holds. He figures that if it's one of the hurting ones, his trusty medically inclined girl can help him out.


No such luck. He's gotten the one full of hallucinogens.  His eyes glaze over and he seems to nod in agreement to orders only he can hear]


Fine fine, quit harpin' Aya, I'll get it done! [And off he runs. Good luck catching him.]



[Action - Public at the park]


[Ken is chasing the squirrel. Not for a good reason however. His hallucination just told him to open all those pop bottles for the flower shop. And that's what he's seeing. Not squirrels, that are running and chittering in fear, but pop bottles that are running away from him.


Any squirrel caught will get it's head torn off.  But that's only if he catches them. He's not having much luck.]




[[ooc: Right now Ken isn't having violent hallucinations, thankfully, but he is trying to catch squirrels thinking that they're pop bottles that are just rolling around. Feel free to try and convince him that they aren't. Or help him. Up to you.]]

Comments

[sablebombay.livejournal.com]

The one you were just trying to catch has gone up a tree.

[He points helpfully.]

Soda bottles can't climb trees.

[He's still trying to be very patient. This is easily the weirdest conversation he's had in a while.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

No it hasn't. It went under the desk. Are you ok Omi?

[sablebombay.livejournal.com]

I'm fine.

[He isn't the one intent on tearing the heads off squirrels.]

But you should really just come home with me now. Miakis will worry if you're wandering around in this state.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Miakis...but Aya'll have my head! You know how he gets sometimes... [grumble grumble]

Not that I wouldn't mind not doin' this for a bit.

[sablebombay.livejournal.com]

I'll handle Aya. In fact, go ahead and tell him it's my fault you didn't finish.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Really? Ya sure Omi?

Alright, fine, just let me clean up the mess in here.

[sablebombay.livejournal.com]

N- no, it's okay. I'll handle that too.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Gee Omi, that's really Ni---

Wait. Are you just doin' this out of the goodness of your hear, or is that about that vase you broke the other day...[suspicioussss!]

[sablebombay.livejournal.com]

[What in the world is he even talking about?]

Vase? What are you...

[No, never mind. It doesn't even matter.]

Fine. It's about the vase. I- I feel like I owe you.

[Playing along with the crazy, let's see how far that we can take this.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[You're an old hand at playing along with the crazy aren't you Omi.]

I knew it! You should know better then to practice with those damn nerf guns inside! You know how Youji liked that ugly thing...

[sablebombay.livejournal.com]

Right...

[...Just go with it.]

Look, can we just say I've learned my lesson and forget the whole thing?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

I guess so kiddo. [Ken reaches out and ruffles Omi's hair. Wait...huh? He pulls a bit.]

Your hair looks weird today. [He's seeing your Gluhen hair.]

[sablebombay.livejournal.com]

[Okay, whatever. He's gonna let the hair ruffling go this time. Ken is clearly under the influence of the milk.]

I'm sure it does. Could we please just go back now?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Did you dye it or something? And man you need a hair cut...[He's still tugging at the strands.]

[sablebombay.livejournal.com]

[Briefly. Very briefly, Omi considers the pros and cons of trying to knock Ken unconscious and dragging him back home. He breathes an exasperated sigh as he bats Kens hand away from his head.]

What is it with you and my hair Ken? Why can't you ever leave it alone?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[You'd never be able to haul his deadweight by yourself.]

Well it's kinda noticeable. And I can leave it alone. It ain't like I fixate on it or nothin'.

[sablebombay.livejournal.com]

[Which is why he decides against it.]

How about we discuss it some other time?

For now, let's head back before Miakis and Lyon get worried.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Ah...right. Can't let the girls worry. Maybe you should shave your head.

[sablebombay.livejournal.com]

And how exactly would that help anything at all?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

I dunno...[He's still rubbing your head Omi] I mean, it might make you look older or somethin'.

[sablebombay.livejournal.com]

[Omi is beginning to wonder if he should have just let Ken go on chasing squirrels...]

Quit it!

[Batting hands away kthx.]

There's nothing wrong with the way I look.

[He pouts. He came into the conversation with the intention of being rational and mature. Why does that never seem to work when Ken is involved?]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Hey, Ken can be very mature, but not when he's hallucinating.]

Hey Omi...is the sky starting to breath or what...

[sablebombay.livejournal.com]

No, Ken, you just drank bad milk. Which is why you should head home and lay down, before this conversation gets any stranger.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

I didn't! Well...ok maybe I did but still, it's no reason to go all puffy like that.

[sablebombay.livejournal.com]

[Rolling his eyes, and trying to grab Ken's hand. If he has to drag him back to the house, fine.]

It's a fantastic reason. Now let's just go...