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

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

[looks at Ken

looks at the ground

looks at Ken

LINEFAIS]

It's not, Ken.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

It is so! Can't you see it?! [At least he's not talking about squirrels and pop bottles any more?]

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

It's green, just like it's always been! See, you're hallucinating! It's that damn milk!

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken grabs a bunch and shoves it up at her face] I'm not! It's really blue! HOLY SHIT IT'S COMING OFF ON MY HANDS

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

[She pulls the blades of grass out of his hands, rolling her eyes.]

No it's not! The grass is green and there's nothing on your hands. Jeez...

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Yes it is! Don't touch them it'll get on you too!

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

[She is half-tempted to roll around in the grass to really fuck with him, but that would be mean.

Maybe later.]

Look, we can wash it off when we get home, okay?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Maybe...[He rolls his fingers together, inspecting them] maybe it's like ink or somethin'.

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

Or maybe it's your imagination... [This is muttered. :|a] But we can go home and take a shower and get that stuff off, if you want. Sound good?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken nods] Yeah, maybe I'll chase Omi and see if I can get some of it on him. He hates it.

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

I... think you'd just confuse him~

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Why? The ink's still wet...see? It's coming off on my shirt.

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

Oh, nevermind~ [It's easier to play along, she decides, so she shakes it off and laughs.] We're almost home~ We'll wash that... blue... off, and do something else, okay~?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Okay. I'd better shower before I make lunch...[Miakis? Do you want lunch made by someone who's not seeing things properly?]

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

[No. No, Miakis likes living.]

...Why don't you take your time and relax? I'll take care of lunch today~

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

You? Alright, sure! Let's see what you whip up then!

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

Go wash up, then, and I'll have it ready when you're done~

[She all but shoves him into the bathroom when they get in the house, after which she scurries into the kitchen. Hope you like PB&J, Ken.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[That shower is going to take a while, ink stains you know! And yes, he does like pb&j. Thankfully.]