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]

......

[Yep. Ken got to the milk first today. Omi about to ask if he's alright, when he suddenly runs off. And since we can't let him just wander around town in whatever crazy state he happens to be in, Omi is following. It takes him a while to catch up, and when he does, he approaches his teammate slowly...]

Umm... Ken? What are you doing?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Hey Omi. Gettin' all these open for Aya. Who knows why the fuck he wants 'em all, but who knows why he wants anythin'. I'd argue, but he's in a horrible mood today.

[Ken grumbles]

Of course why he had to choose the ones that like to roll away is beyond me.

[sablebombay.livejournal.com]

[Looks at the terrified squirrels. Looks back at Ken.]

You have to open the squirrels?

[He just.... wants to make sure he has that right. He hopes the poor squirrels are quick today.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Squirrels? What are you talkin' about Omi?! I have to open these stupid pop bottles! [Ken sees no fuzzy critters. He would leave them alone if that was the case.]

[sablebombay.livejournal.com]

[Very patiently.]

No, Ken. Those are squirrels.

[Approaching carefully.]

I think the milk made you sick. So maybe you should come home and lie down.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken is now looking at Omi like the kid had grown a second head.]

Uhh...since when are squirrels made of glass and filled with melon soda? I ain't sick, that milk did dick all.

[sablebombay.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, Omi is just not having any of this today.]

Okay, then why are the 'sodas' running away from you?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

I keep kicking them. I think that last bottle of African violet food got on my hands so even if I get one it slips out.

[He half knows he's in Mayfield and half thinks he's home.]

[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.