Oct. 14th, 2012

gotmyending: (grin2)
[personal profile] gotmyending
#1

[Billy wasn't really paying attention in this potion brewing today. No surprise there. But now he's starting to mix things he thinks are right. They're not. What are they going to do - fail him? He's not really scared of that. Really, things like party class are more his speed. Would you like to stop him? Encourage him to continue?]


#2
[Billy's stopped in a hallway of the academy with a small dog, who he's having a one-sided conversation with.]

You got the paw thing down. Come on, you can do this. I know you can! Play dead. PLAY. DEAD.

[There's some accompanying hand gestures, but the dog just sits there calmly. Care in interrupt?]


#3
[You're Billy's roommate! Aren't you lucky. And today, he's tearing the place apart, your things included. Seems like he's lost something. He seems to be finding random things in the mess, one of them being a handgun, which he's now holding like it's nothing as he turns to you.]

Have you seen my journal?

hates_thunder: (friendly)
[personal profile] hates_thunder
1.

[You've ended up with a Norse God as a roommate, under whatever circumstances causes these things to happen. He comes and goes when he pleases, eats everything in sight and hasn't even got the decency to get fat, and hits on your girlfriend/boyfriend/what-have-you. He also keeps the place spotless. Obsessively so. Oh, but that's not the worst part. The worst part is that ever since he's moved in, things have been replaced with other things, devices have malfunctioned, hot and cold water have switched... is he doing this or has he just got some kind of an area-effect chaos field?]

[Why not ask him? He's right over there, raiding the refrigerator. Again.]


2.

[YOU'VE BEEN LOKI'D AGAIN!]

[Damnit, not another prank! And this one was terribly elabourate, too, involving no less than seven supposedly erroneous phone calls, three different instances of malfunctioning chairs, and a mouse. A MOUSE. He's gone too far, this time!]


3.

[Oh, hey, person from Prompt One... wait. What the hell? It's been quiet. Too quiet. Everything is back where it belongs, everything works, your SO hasn't heard a peep, and, well, the place isn't quite so spotless any more. There's even food in the fridge! Loki is over there, on the sofa, apparently sulking. If you go over and say something to him, there's a pause... and then he looks up at you. And grins.]

[There's that sinking feeling. You've been Loki'd. YET AGAIN. OH. GOD. DAMNIT.]


4.

(Obligatory srs post)

[Things got out of control. Someone's gotten hurt or, worse, killed because of him. He's... quiet. Maybe even worried. But it's clear he doesn't regret his actions. There's no remorse at all, and he's almost disgustingly optimistic. Why? Just... why?]