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paradisa2012-05-09 10:52 am
bro_codebreaker) wrote in paradisa2012-05-09 10:52 am
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[well. that had been an interesting week - and like all interesting Paradisa things, Barney was determined to carry on with his life and Never Speak Of It Again. he'd piled all his hair up under a top hat to rival The Cat in the Hat and taken himself down into town. the stylist had been most accomodating - his usual, with a pedicure to boot - and now that his head was a good twenty pounds lighter and he was back in his beloved suit, on speaking terms with his beloved Triumvirate, and got his yearly musical bent out of his system, Barney Stinson was feeling like he could get down to business.
walking back up to the castle was usually his Planning Time - the time when he ran over what needed to be done at the WildKat, and ideas for the Awesomeness Committee, as well as who he needed to get in touch with. but as Barney got around to that last leg of things, he realized that ... well, he pretty much needed to get in touch with everyone. he'd spent a ridiculous amount of time stuck in a bourbon-fueled haze, barring the time he'd had the chicken wing smorgasbord in the lobby. and even that had involved not quite as much awesomeness as he would have liked. and why? what was holding him back from being himself? well, it wasn't just one thing. there had been the nonsense on Friday the 13th that had made him flip out. the drama with Ted and Vivian. getting stuck in a room with Rin. the drama with Ted and the Space Lobsters. and now, this princess crap, which ... yet again, somehow, tied in to drama with Ted. for someone Barney didn't remember or know, Ted had woven his way underneath everything in a constant tapestry of ... un-awesome. he was always neurotic about something or other, and in that moment, Barney was determined to go up to Ted's door, pound on it, and tell the guy to man up or shut up - get a girlfriend, get a job, get something other than issues - because it was really starting to put a cramp in his style.
so march up to the door he does, and raises a fist to pound on it -- and finds there's no nameplate.
gone.
he's ... really, honestly not sure how to feel about this.]
Well, that was easy.
[cracking open his journal, he makes his way back down to the lobby and parks himself on Faye's Couch, nonchalantly]
So, hey, in case anyone else needs to know ... Ted Mosby's gone.
walking back up to the castle was usually his Planning Time - the time when he ran over what needed to be done at the WildKat, and ideas for the Awesomeness Committee, as well as who he needed to get in touch with. but as Barney got around to that last leg of things, he realized that ... well, he pretty much needed to get in touch with everyone. he'd spent a ridiculous amount of time stuck in a bourbon-fueled haze, barring the time he'd had the chicken wing smorgasbord in the lobby. and even that had involved not quite as much awesomeness as he would have liked. and why? what was holding him back from being himself? well, it wasn't just one thing. there had been the nonsense on Friday the 13th that had made him flip out. the drama with Ted and Vivian. getting stuck in a room with Rin. the drama with Ted and the Space Lobsters. and now, this princess crap, which ... yet again, somehow, tied in to drama with Ted. for someone Barney didn't remember or know, Ted had woven his way underneath everything in a constant tapestry of ... un-awesome. he was always neurotic about something or other, and in that moment, Barney was determined to go up to Ted's door, pound on it, and tell the guy to man up or shut up - get a girlfriend, get a job, get something other than issues - because it was really starting to put a cramp in his style.
so march up to the door he does, and raises a fist to pound on it -- and finds there's no nameplate.
gone.
he's ... really, honestly not sure how to feel about this.]
Well, that was easy.
[cracking open his journal, he makes his way back down to the lobby and parks himself on Faye's Couch, nonchalantly]
So, hey, in case anyone else needs to know ... Ted Mosby's gone.
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