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dresden_kink_mods ([personal profile] dresden_kink_mods) wrote in [community profile] dresden_kink2011-04-01 08:53 pm
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Dressing Room

Ack! Close the door; people are changing in here!

This post is for RPG shenanigans. The rules stand. A short refresher: don't be an asshole.

This post-specifics: multiple characters are okay. Characters specific to alternate verses are okay. OCs are okay. Your journal coming in to hang too is okay. There isn't a formal scenario here; it's an open sandbox where all characters and community-watchers can come and play. If your thread is going adult-only, put up a notice in the subject line. If it's going into trigger territory, don't be an asshole: no noncon-noncon'ing anyone, watchers included. Don't start OOC shit.

And have a blast!

(Don't have a dreamwidth account for your character(s)? Go check out [site community profile] dw_codesharing. If there's nothing on the first page, dig deep. Lots get missed, especially when new codes go out. Also, check out the code sharing post.)
readyaimfuego: Lee Pace as Harry, looking surprised or startled (say what now)

And there is the matter of the Teddy Glock... Sane!Kincaid comment withdrawn.

[personal profile] readyaimfuego 2011-05-29 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Harry makes a sound like someone stepped on his foot and looks like he's staring down a barrel of a gun. Or, well, like someone else staring down the barrel of a gun. Takes more than that to scare him.

He keeps forgetting the Thomas thing doesn't exist in a vacuum and that people might actually hear about it and get the wrong idea. Or the right idea, since this is what they're going for. He wasn't happy to hear the Outfit was apparently aware of their faux-relationship though.

Clearly unsure what to say, he mutters,]
Uh, no. We don't. [And that's all he has to say on the topic.

So the dumpling offer seems to him half like an out and half like an olive branch. Either way, he'll take it. He picks one at random and takes a bite and is surprised when it doesn't have a savory center, but something sweet and chocolatey.]
Whoa, what the hell is that? [It's delicious.]
bigraudr: big redhead man with blue eyes, slightly down angle on his buzzcut, neutral, approachable expression (Default)

He & Ivy can be the wacky neighbours the next house over. Ivy the know-it-all kid. Literally.

[personal profile] bigraudr 2011-05-30 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Wow Bao." He eyes Dresden's. "Chocolate filled. From the one on Jackson. ...I've got bbq pork and teriyaki chicken too, if you'd rather?"

He pops the rest of his coconut custard one in his mouth, gestures with the box. "Offer's going. My break's over."

Which means he's going too, in a minute.

And he'll have to let Marcone know the trade he made in his name, even if he never spoke it to the sylph. And probably have to ignore images of kites, innocent whistled renditions of 'Let's Go Fly A Kite', and the worst puns imaginable for the rest of the week. Because that's just what his life is like.
readyaimfuego: Harry's face pulled into a slight frown, eyes hooded, looking grumpy (another pentacle)

She can help Hendricks with his homework, it'd be great.

[personal profile] readyaimfuego 2011-05-30 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
[That sounds... really good, but Harry is sure it's a bad idea. Taking anything from Cujo is like taking something from Marcone, and that never ends well. He looks at the bao he's taken a bite out of and tucks it into his palm. He'll finish it later.] Let it go, then. I'm fine. [He can pay for his own food. He'll pick up something on his way back to the office.]

Well, it's been real. Tell Johnny I said hi. Don't go kicking any supernatural beehives in my city.
bigraudr: big redhead man with blue eyes, slightly down angle on his buzzcut, neutral, approachable expression (Default)

And is the only one other than Harry who can keep track of his jobs.

[personal profile] bigraudr 2011-05-30 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
He grunts, closes box up, sticks it back in the bag. Well, that was his good deed for the day. And he got to see Dresden in action when the world wasn't ending. Something for the books.

"Always a pleasure, Dresden." And he walks away, turning his phone on as he goes.

There's a message waiting for him. High priority, from Marcone... a link to a Youtube video.

He glares up at the office tower, imagining he can see the sun glinting off Johnny's binoculars. Yeah, he'd have preferred being rickrolled.