HAPPY SONGKRAN!

[sangkhan]

[ Are you all cowering in your rooms yet?

Stains may not seep under doors but doors are easily brought down, as proven by the seven vividly painted elephants now roaming your hallways, baying for you to come out or they might start knocking.

For the more socially inclined, residents may now stumble over super soakers and water guns and look more of them somewhere in their vicinity. These babies are locked and loaded, ready to go, and they will never run out of water. The best part, of course, is that they will wash away any and all stains --but only if used on another person.

Remember now, both Heaven and Hell have long spoons. ]

SECTIONS: CASTLE ROOMS | LOBBY | GROUNDS | CITY ROYALE | OUTER AREAS

[ ooc; feel free to put up your own sections! ]

Comments

[originalcopy]

[Church will politely ask one of the passing elephants to knock for him. They really seem to be enjoying their work.]

Hey, did you know that elephants make lousy doormen... Helpful and all, but way to enthusiastic.

[He's armed with one of the many squirt guns laying about the place.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[And the door gives out at the push... at that, Wash starts to uncurl on his bed, looking at his door. The names and symbols in blood are obvious, even it some might be hard to read.] What the fuck?

[originalcopy]

[Church is going to try to ignore that... or at least not mention it.]

I told you, it's time to get the fuck up and get that shit off you.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Nothing I've tried removes it. And I'm tried everything, Church.

[Glaring] Go.

[originalcopy]

That's the thing, there's nothing you can do about it...

[He holds up the squirt gun]

It's either I help you, or I call back the elephant.

But trust me, unless you want a good idea of what being hit with a fire hose is like...

[He shrugs]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[He holds up an arm With the names York, South Dakota, North Dakota, and Maine on it visibly.] How will a squirt gun fix this?

[originalcopy]

...

It can't.

[If only something could 'fix' guilt so easy.]

But it can make the stains disappear. You aren't the only one dealing with this shit you know.

Now quit your bitching and let me help you.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Fine. [Wash takes a few moments to unwrap his bloody hands.]

Show me that it'll work. And do us both a favor and don't ask about the marks.

[originalcopy]

I'm not going to fucking ask you shit... I don't need to know.

[Maybe his guilt is earned and maybe it's not, but right now he doesn't give a rat's ass.
It doesn't take long to realize Church has about as much luck with the squirt gun as with any gun. He curses and pulls the stopper. He'll just pour the water out.]

There, you satisfied?

[ta da...]

I'm assuming a larger squirt gun in that case.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[Well, that's a lot of it gone. And it did come off. Okay, he'll accept that.] There's still the bloody implant slot...

Nope, it's a pretty small one... bottomless gun FTW!

[originalcopy]

That's somewhere on the back of your head right?

It's not going to like... short out or anything if I pour water on it?

[He doesn't really know how they work. Just that the whole idea of sticking things in people brains kind of freaks him out.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

The back of my neck. And it's been oozing blood for 2 days. If it was going to short, it would have.

[originalcopy]

[yeah, that's still freaky as shit.]

Like I would know how that shit works... I just don't want to accidentally fuck you up any worse than you already are.

[He holds the gun out and pours so Wash can stick his head under and clean up.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

I shower, so this probably won't kill me. [Exposing the spot on his neck covered in blood, putting it under the dumped squirt gun.]

[originalcopy]

[Just getting it over with.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[it's coming off, and it's a relief... Even if the weight is still on his shoulders, the reminder isn't.] Thank you, Church.

I owe you.

[originalcopy]

Yeah, you do.

[and this time with less asshole.]

Don't mention it.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Let me know if you need me for anything. I won't forget this.

[originalcopy]

Look, the only reason I did it was because that's the kind of thing you do for your team.

[The fact you were kind of cool and checked on him had nothing to do with it so shut up Wash he doesn't like you.]

You Freelancers are the closest thing to a team I have in this place.

[Now stop acting like an actual person so he can go back to hating you... asshole.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

And team helps each other. I know. Forgot it for a while, but I relearned it since arriving to the castle almost 3 years ago.

[originalcopy]

Right. So don't act so damned surprised.
And don't think this means that I don't think you're a complete asshole.

Because you are.

[a pause]

You've been stuck here three years? Damn.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

I'm sure.

Three years in May, Church.

[originalcopy]

That's a long time man.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

York's managed longer.

[originalcopy]

Four vs three... still a long time. Besides, he kind of likes it here.