Houseparty Hijinks: They're baaaack!
Jul. 5th, 2007 01:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
matrixrefugee...The gang of crazies in me headspace has decided to come back. I think my AIM conversation with Ruby the other night helped reopen those neural pathways. They've been trickling in, like the family members in Ray Bradbury's "From the Dust Returned": a 12 year old Cecie Martin and her parents, Declan and Sabrina, the latter wearing their crazy biking tee shirts (His on the back: "If you can read this, the bitch fell off." Hers on the back: "I'm the bitch that fell off") and thus embarassing their daughter. Hal and Frank, the former trying to find a way to marinate hot dogs in vodka, and not coming up with very good results, the latter contentedly roasting veggie dogs over the fire pit. Flood stalking around and acting condescending toward the Americans, even though he's British only by design, not by birth. Morraeon and the Merv flirting with each other -- a little creepy, considering what she is, what *he* is, and the history between him and Morrae's "Pops". We've got a newcomer or two, including Geordie Freeman, the vampiric Jehovah's Witness I've been writing about, and her mentor Dana Nosfer. Geordie naturally refused to join the festivities, but Dana was in the thick of things chatting and flirting with any likely-looking ladies. I think Morrae's crushing on him.
...And a haunted hammock. Or at least we think it's haunted. It seemed like every time someone tried to sit in, this black mist would congeal under the hammock and flip the hammock, dumping the occupant. We're not sure *what* that could possibly be. I know I'm getting some gruff, maniacal chuckles from a dark corner of the Houseparty's quarters, but no matter how I try tapping the source of that, I get no response. Scary.
...And a haunted hammock. Or at least we think it's haunted. It seemed like every time someone tried to sit in, this black mist would congeal under the hammock and flip the hammock, dumping the occupant. We're not sure *what* that could possibly be. I know I'm getting some gruff, maniacal chuckles from a dark corner of the Houseparty's quarters, but no matter how I try tapping the source of that, I get no response. Scary.
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Date: 2007-07-05 12:52 pm (UTC)Is this a pun I see before me?
Hmm. I think I might know what's going on with the hammock. The black mist and maniacal laughter were major clues. If I'm right, you have my sympathies. I may think that the being is all kinds of awesome when I'm reading about him, but I wouldn't want him stuck in my head.
~Weaver
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Date: 2007-07-05 09:30 pm (UTC)~Ruby