The Liquid Wallaby - We're Alone in The End (WRAPPING UP)

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"The average child isn't screaming hateful threats at their parent and being scared out of their lives." She walks past Jet and takes Viento from Crysal's arms, stroking his mane gently.

"In the meantime, sleep on it, relax, and we'll work through this."

Jet sighs, and trots to his mother. "I have something to say to you."

She looks at him, calming down slightly. "What is it?"

[Crumlark]

She looks at him, calming down slightly. "What is it?"

"First, I'm sorry things got out of hand. I was in the wrong to snap like that." Jet sat down, clearing his mind. He had a very flat way of presenting what he had to say. "And second, though I know you have good intentions, and only mean the best, I will take your life the next time you threaten to take my son away from me."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

She looks at him, calming down slightly. "What is it?"

"First, I'm sorry things got out of hand. I was in the wrong to snap like that." Jet sat down, clearing his mind. He had a very flat way of presenting what he had to say. "And second, though I know you have good intentions, and only mean the best, I will take your life the next time you threaten to take my son away from me."

She smiles, this time one of parental pride rather than a condescending act. "I'd like to see you try, son... Regardless... good work. Didn't think you'd have the spine to do something like that." She pats him on the shoulder and heads to her study.

[Crumlark]

She smiles, this time one of parental pride rather than a condescending act. "I'd like to see you try, son... Regardless... good work. Didn't think you'd have the spine to do something like that." She pats him on the shoulder and heads to her study.

He curls up where he was left. not really having the energy to keep going after that encounter.

[The Danish Confederacy]

The sound of a helicopter could be heard outside the Wallaby dropping off Sean McMahon who, as far as money goes, was pretty happy. But ah what the hell. You need to get out of your house sometimes. So Sean got out, and waited for something to happen.

[Chaos Crescent]

The sound of a helicopter could be heard outside the Wallaby dropping off Sean McMahon who, as far as money goes, was pretty happy. But ah what the hell. You need to get out of your house sometimes. So Sean got out, and waited for something to happen.

Well...since it was asked....

The helio oddly enough was blown up for some reason.

'Oh look Mr. Bond.'

[The Danish Confederacy]

The sound of a helicopter could be heard outside the Wallaby dropping off Sean McMahon who, as far as money goes, was pretty happy. But ah what the hell. You need to get out of your house sometimes. So Sean got out, and waited for something to happen.

Well...since it was asked....

The helio oddly enough was blown up for some reason.

'Oh look Mr. Bond.'

With a thick Scottish accent Sean McMahon says,"Well, I wasn't expecting that. And I am not James Bond. How many people must I tell that to?"

[Chaos Crescent]

Well...since it was asked....

The helio oddly enough was blown up for some reason.

'Oh look Mr. Bond.'

With a thick Scottish accent Sean McMahon says,"Well, I wasn't expecting that. And I am not James Bond. How many people must I tell that to?"

'I know what with the uncanny-ness I just had to. Anyway welcome to this old fortress with an abandoned village and apparently another place within driving distance.'

[The Danish Confederacy]

With a thick Scottish accent Sean McMahon says,"Well, I wasn't expecting that. And I am not James Bond. How many people must I tell that to?"

'I know what with the uncanny-ness I just had to. Anyway welcome to this old fortress with an abandoned village and apparently another place within driving distance.'

"Sounds like a party. I brought donuts. And vodka. And pasta salad. Don't ask why. I just did."

[Chaos Crescent]

'I know what with the uncanny-ness I just had to. Anyway welcome to this old fortress with an abandoned village and apparently another place within driving distance.'

"Sounds like a party. I brought donuts. And vodka. And pasta salad. Don't ask why. I just did."

'Yeah well I'm probably the only one here and the others well I can say a pair of them will be to self absorbed with each other that nothing around them is alive.'

[Crumlark]

"Sounds like a party. I brought donuts. And vodka. And pasta salad. Don't ask why. I just did."

'Yeah well I'm probably the only one here and the others well I can say a pair of them will be to self absorbed with each other that nothing around them is alive.'

(I have the strangest feeling of being one of the two pointed out there. ;~;)

[Ava Ire]

Valerie walks down to the bar. She orders a latte, and brushes off the cobwebs that had collected on a chair. She sat down, looking around at the other patrons with interest.

[Barboneia]

Valerie walks down to the bar. She orders a latte, and brushes off the cobwebs that had collected on a chair. She sat down, looking around at the other patrons with interest.

The bar seemed mostly bare, except for a drunk man sleeping under a table.

[Ava Ire]

Valerie walks down to the bar. She orders a latte, and brushes off the cobwebs that had collected on a chair. She sat down, looking around at the other patrons with interest.

The bar seemed mostly bare, except for a drunk man sleeping under a table.

Valerie began to daydream, staring off into the distance.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Kasat counts the cash in the register... just to make sure.

Ciry is passed out in one of the chairs, with Chelli curled up in her lap. Sherril takes a picture of the two with her phone. "D'awwww..."

[Barboneia]

Dom stumbled downstairs, his fedora lopsided and a bottle of vodka in his hand.
"Ohohohoho! I am so wasted! No cheap, American produced shit for me, thanks, this is the REAL stuff! Pure Finnish vodka!"
Dom took a swig from the bottle, before collapsing onto a couch, giggling madly.

[Torrocca]

The new guy walks into the bar, removing his brown-leather gloves as he goes to the bar to order some drinks.

Meanwhile, in Torrocca, the Loyalist forces are busy burying the dead and tending to the wounded from the battle of Druhznia. Torr walked past the graveyard alongside one of his generals, stopping a moment to look at the ever extending lines of graves situated along the outskirts of the city. "How many men did we lose, Iosef?" "The numbers are still coming in, My King," the general replied solemnly, "but current estimates put our losses at around four thousand dead, as well as three times the number wounded. One hundred are unaccounted for thus far." "And those that opposed us?" the King replied, watching as more bodies were moved to their final resting places. "Seven thousand dead and an unknown number wounded. Many of the mercenaries themselves managed to escape before we could capture or kill them, and every Torroccan-born man that wasn't killed surrendered to us." "Right... we shouldn't let their deaths go in vain. Once this war's over, we must make sure something good comes out of this; something more than just me reclaiming that damned throne." The two watched on for a moment more, only continuing on their walk at Torr's first movements.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Dom stumbled downstairs, his fedora lopsided and a bottle of vodka in his hand.
"Ohohohoho! I am so wasted! No cheap, American produced shit for me, thanks, this is the REAL stuff! Pure Finnish vodka!"
Dom took a swig from the bottle, before collapsing onto a couch, giggling madly.

Caramehl promptly plays this over some loudspeakers. "YEAH, VODKA!"

[The Danish Confederacy]

Dom stumbled downstairs, his fedora lopsided and a bottle of vodka in his hand.
"Ohohohoho! I am so wasted! No cheap, American produced shit for me, thanks, this is the REAL stuff! Pure Finnish vodka!"
Dom took a swig from the bottle, before collapsing onto a couch, giggling madly.

"Sir, you okay? Have a Snickers. Your not you when your hungry."

[Ava Ire]

Dom stumbled downstairs, his fedora lopsided and a bottle of vodka in his hand.
"Ohohohoho! I am so wasted! No cheap, American produced shit for me, thanks, this is the REAL stuff! Pure Finnish vodka!"
Dom took a swig from the bottle, before collapsing onto a couch, giggling madly.

Ira stood over him. She shook her head.
"Sad, just sad dear..." She put a pillow on top of his head.

[Barboneia]

Dom stumbled downstairs, his fedora lopsided and a bottle of vodka in his hand.
"Ohohohoho! I am so wasted! No cheap, American produced shit for me, thanks, this is the REAL stuff! Pure Finnish vodka!"
Dom took a swig from the bottle, before collapsing onto a couch, giggling madly.

Caramehl promptly plays this over some loudspeakers. "YEAH, VODKA!"

"WOOHOOOO-"

Dom stumbled downstairs, his fedora lopsided and a bottle of vodka in his hand.
"Ohohohoho! I am so wasted! No cheap, American produced shit for me, thanks, this is the REAL stuff! Pure Finnish vodka!"
Dom took a swig from the bottle, before collapsing onto a couch, giggling madly.

Ira stood over him. She shook her head.
"Sad, just sad dear..." She put a pillow on top of his head.

He is promptly cut off as he is smothered, but he didn't seem to be struggling.

[The Danish Confederacy]

Dom stumbled downstairs, his fedora lopsided and a bottle of vodka in his hand.
"Ohohohoho! I am so wasted! No cheap, American produced shit for me, thanks, this is the REAL stuff! Pure Finnish vodka!"
Dom took a swig from the bottle, before collapsing onto a couch, giggling madly.

Caramehl promptly plays this over some loudspeakers. "YEAH, VODKA!"

Sean then responds by playing We built this city.

[Ava Ire]

Caramehl promptly plays this over some loudspeakers. "YEAH, VODKA!"

"WOOHOOOO-"

Ira stood over him. She shook her head.
"Sad, just sad dear..." She put a pillow on top of his head.

He is promptly cut off as he is smothered, but he didn't seem to be struggling.

Ira shook her head again. She sat in an armchair next to him.

[Barboneia]

"WOOHOOOO-"


He is promptly cut off as he is smothered, but he didn't seem to be struggling.

Ira shook her head again. She sat in an armchair next to him.

"Hello darkness, my old friend..."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

(Poppin' off for 3-4 hours. Lunch break is over and I have to suffer through a doctor's appointment after work. Treat the newbie well.)