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Post by Pan on Sept 15, 2006 22:11:26 GMT -5
As Erik would retern to his home he would come apon a huge mess of it. nothing is broken but there is a wall of dirty romance novel, new pichers of random thing, a hamic thing hanging from the celing where he can see pans mess of a make shife home, feather bowus all over his orgen..and well..random objects that look like thing you would find at the ren. fair.
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Post by Renee Jacobson on Sept 17, 2006 2:05:37 GMT -5
Renee is curled up in an armchair in the corner near the wall of dirty romance novels. She's fast asleep, with an open book in her lap and a reading lamp above her head.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Sept 18, 2006 19:57:08 GMT -5
*Mya is sprawled out on a feather bed near the other side of the wall, stacks of supernatural-themed romance novels piled up around her, a tinfoil helmet on her head, and dressed in army fatigues, muttering* The... the aliens....man, the aliens!
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Post by Nadir on Sept 18, 2006 21:24:32 GMT -5
After the several months of being gone, Erik walks in as if nothing occured, not paying heed to the piles of dirty romance novels, forts, hamics, hamster balls, left overs from whip cream pie fights, a tub of canola oil, and any other assortments that his lovely guests have left him in his time away. As long as the organ is alright that is....
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Post by Pan on Sept 19, 2006 17:25:11 GMT -5
*yeaw and rolls over loking over the eage of her hamic thing*.....oh look a masked man how nice...*rolls back over*.....! *looks back*Erik?!
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Post by Nadir on Sept 19, 2006 19:03:36 GMT -5
"Ah, good evening beloved Pan? How art thou this evening?"
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Post by Hope/Aly on Sept 19, 2006 19:07:38 GMT -5
Erik, my honny bunch....just kidding....ummm what did we name our kids? and have you by chance seen them?
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Post by Pan on Sept 19, 2006 19:08:25 GMT -5
*sing off key*ALY YOUR A STAR IN NO BODY'S EYES BUT MINE!!
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Post by Nadir on Sept 19, 2006 19:12:43 GMT -5
He stares at her strangely, "Of course I remember our children! How could you forget them..." he looks back to Nadir eyeing. Nadir shrugs, Erik looks back at Aly/Hope (?) with a slightly desperate smile, then back at Nadir with a pleading one, then back at Aly with a shrug. His eyes shift left and right as he quietly produces a script from underneath his cloak, skimming it quickly. Just as quickly as he pulled it out, it disappears beneath the cloak and he clears his throat with the utmost confidence, "Cecilia, Lucian, come out to greet your mother!"
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Post by Pan on Sept 19, 2006 19:14:51 GMT -5
love the script polling out hun
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Post by Hope/Aly on Sept 19, 2006 19:16:36 GMT -5
OMG Erik knows my true name! Now I die! *fake dramatic death* No really I just want my children.....
Cecilia: MOMMY!
Lucian: DADDY
Together: WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
Aly: yes erik that is my true name, yeah its aly-gator
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Post by Nadir on Sept 19, 2006 19:19:06 GMT -5
".....I have some pet alligators somewhere around here, " Erik muses out of the blue.
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Post by Pan on Sept 19, 2006 19:24:40 GMT -5
you said muse NOW I MUST EAT YOU AGAIN!!....bit lazy thuo
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Post by Hope/Aly on Sept 19, 2006 19:27:44 GMT -5
sdfi8srueoi vtue4orue wei;l uret g4 owtjrslrulv eqtreio teosqfwerveof eo tuewit oit jbrejriu..................i was pretending i could type really fast but its just letters.............
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Post by Nadir on Sept 19, 2006 19:28:27 GMT -5
Erik cocks his head in extreme confusion" ......."
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<-- Hehe, anyone else remember the tomato monster and those ridiculous eggs? 
