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]

Sure you can! Especially when you end up chasing squirrels and talking nonsense. [She grabs his wrist and gently tries to tug him away.] C'mon, let's go home.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

But Aya said he'd have my head if I didn't get this done and he's got a bloody axe now! [Tugs back]

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

Ken... [Still tugging, now with more frowning!] Aya got droned a while ago, remember?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Droned? He was right there at the shop, being his grumpy ass as usual.

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

Yes, droned. He went probably went home, while we're still stuck in Mayfield. Remember?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

I..but...I saw him!

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

You drank the milk! It's making your head all funny.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

My head is not all funny! Now are you gonna help me with these damn pop bottles or no.

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

They're not bottles! [She is beginning to get frustrated...] They're squirrels.

C'mon, we can worry about that later. [Tug tug.] How about we go home and take a nap?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken is just gonna look at her like a cranky child] I'm not tired...

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

Not even after chasing all those squirrels around? [She pouts a little.] Come onnnn, you don't have to do all that right now, do you?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Well...I guess not. Didn't exactly get a time frame. [Pouting wifu does break through a lot of mental fog.]

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

[Big smile! She figures she can get through to him if she acts cute enough; she knows he can't say no to her.]

Good! Come on, then, if you're not tired, we can go for a walk. Give the poor squirrels a break~

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

But what squirrels...

So where do you wanna walk?

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

The ones whose heads you've been trying to tear off.

Anywhere is fine! I think you just need to get away for a while~

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Why would I do that to a squirrel?! That's a horrible joke!

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

[Shrug.] You're the one doing it. I think you're hallucinating or something.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

I am not hallucinating! Those were pop bottles!

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

Okay, okaaaaay~ [There is obviously no convincing him otherwise, so let's just play along~ More tugging, again.] Come on, then, let's take a break from this... bottle stuff.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Alright, I guess so...[All is calm and quiet for a minute before...]

Miakis? Why is the grass blue?

[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...