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]

[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...

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Man, you're lucky Ken didn't get the hormone milk ok? Sheesh]

H-hey! Don't be so impatient! And stop turning into a Walrus!

[sablebombay.livejournal.com]

[It's probably no use arguing with the crazy...]

....Sure. I promise I'll stop doing that as soon as we get back.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Omi...this is really starting to get freaky...

[sablebombay.livejournal.com]

[He's inclined to agree...]

It'll be okay. Maybe it will help if you close your eyes?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Well, it can't hurt as long as you don't lead me into a pole or nothin'. [Ken trusts you Omi, so he'll try closing his eyes. Really he's trying to not be too much of a bother.]

[sablebombay.livejournal.com]

I'll try not to.

[He'll take Ken's hand and start leading him home. And no. No poles.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken just holds tightly to Omi's hand. He trusts the little dude, but still, this is freaky and he wants it to stop.]

[sablebombay.livejournal.com]

[He starts leading Ken back slowly.]

You'll be okay. I'm sure this will wear off soon.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

If you say so kiddo... If you say so.