The Liquid Wallaby - Midnight in Melanthine (Transition!)

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"PFFFFF-"

She spends a while doing an impression of a Culdranth laugh, spinning around in the air.

"I sexually identify as a goat-chicken-horse-dragonbird. Check YOUR privilege."

Dom glares at her.
"Touché."

"Four-twenty noscoped, as the mortals say." She sprawls out on the table.

[Barboneia]

Dom glares at her.
"Touché."

"Four-twenty noscoped, as the mortals say." She sprawls out on the table.

"...What?"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Four-twenty noscoped, as the mortals say." She sprawls out on the table.

"...What?"

"You'll know when you're older." She sighs and lies on her back. "Man, the ceiling here sucks."

[Barboneia]

"...What?"

"You'll know when you're older." She sighs and lies on her back. "Man, the ceiling here sucks."

"I'm 29 you cunt. And I like the ceiling."

[The Unhallowed City]

Parris drifted into the Liquid Wallaby as unceremoniously as possible, wishing for little more than to sit down and give the fox circling around his feet a chance to rest. It had gotten so cranky.

[Barboneia]

Dom stepped into the Wallaby. She sat down at the bar and ordered a bottle of vodka.

[Torrocca]

Torr cheerily and proudly saunters into the Wallaby, singing something that resembles gibberish, but is actually the language of his people. He heads over to the bar and promptly orders quite a bit of vodka for himself.

[Barboneia]

Torr cheerily and proudly saunters into the Wallaby, singing something that resembles gibberish, but is actually the language of his people. He heads over to the bar and promptly orders quite a bit of vodka for himself.

Dom looks over and sneers at him, before taking herself and her drink over to a booth.

[Torrocca]

Torr cheerily and proudly saunters into the Wallaby, singing something that resembles gibberish, but is actually the language of his people. He heads over to the bar and promptly orders quite a bit of vodka for himself.

Dom looks over and sneers at him, before taking herself and her drink over to a booth.

"Oh, wow, um... okay?" Torr raises an eyebrow and looks over at Dom, before asking, "you gonna make small talk with the wall over there?"

[Barboneia]

Dom looks over and sneers at him, before taking herself and her drink over to a booth.

"Oh, wow, um... okay?" Torr raises an eyebrow and looks over at Dom, before asking, "you gonna make small talk with the wall over there?"

"It's better at conversation than you, sika huora."
Dom scratches her chin and thinks.
"...Wait, you're not David Cameron. Never mind."

[Torrocca]

"Oh, wow, um... okay?" Torr raises an eyebrow and looks over at Dom, before asking, "you gonna make small talk with the wall over there?"

"It's better at conversation than you, sika huora."
Dom scratches her chin and thinks.
"...Wait, you're not David Cameron. Never mind."

"Well, it really depends on the topic at hand," Torr replies, taking a swig from a bottle of vodka immediately afterwards. "And, besides, at least I'll take other people's opinions into consideration, unlike that damned no-good, two-timing wall right there."

[Barboneia]

"It's better at conversation than you, sika huora."
Dom scratches her chin and thinks.
"...Wait, you're not David Cameron. Never mind."

"Well, it really depends on the topic at hand," Torr replies, taking a swig from a bottle of vodka immediately afterwards. "And, besides, at least I'll take other people's opinions into consideration, unlike that damned no-good, two-timing wall right there."

Dom stares at the wall for a while, before glaring at it.
"...Stupid wall."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Sersal wanders inside, twitching slightly. "Not sure who's worse... fedora-tippers or feminists."

Cerril and Saren are drinking coffee together in one of the booths.

Crysal attempts to read a newspaper before getting bored of it. "Nothing happened today."

[Barboneia]

Sersal wanders inside, twitching slightly. "Not sure who's worse... fedora-tippers or feminists."

Cerril and Saren are drinking coffee together in one of the booths.

Crysal attempts to read a newspaper before getting bored of it. "Nothing happened today."

Dom glares at them all, as you'd expect.

[Torrocca]

"Well, it really depends on the topic at hand," Torr replies, taking a swig from a bottle of vodka immediately afterwards. "And, besides, at least I'll take other people's opinions into consideration, unlike that damned no-good, two-timing wall right there."

Dom stares at the wall for a while, before glaring at it.
"...Stupid wall."

"See? It just wants you to hate it."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Sersal wanders inside, twitching slightly. "Not sure who's worse... fedora-tippers or feminists."

Cerril and Saren are drinking coffee together in one of the booths.

Crysal attempts to read a newspaper before getting bored of it. "Nothing happened today."

Dom glares at them all, as you'd expect.

What a shocking plot twist.

Crysal slowly glares back at her.

[Barboneia]

Dom glares at them all, as you'd expect.

What a shocking plot twist.

Crysal slowly glares back at her.

"What're you looking at, carrot head?"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

What a shocking plot twist.

Crysal slowly glares back at her.

"What're you looking at, carrot head?"

"Dinner, if you keep being disrespectful." She says, flashing her fangs. "It's not cannibalism, you know."

[Barboneia]

"What're you looking at, carrot head?"

"Dinner, if you keep being disrespectful." She says, flashing her fangs. "It's not cannibalism, you know."

"Bitch, you so much as lick me Ava'd go apeshit and blow this entire fucking city up. She's done it before, you know. I think."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Dinner, if you keep being disrespectful." She says, flashing her fangs. "It's not cannibalism, you know."

"Bitch, you so much as lick me Ava'd go apeshit and blow this entire fucking city up. She's done it before, you know. I think."

"Blowing up a competitor's city? You'd be doing me a favor." Crysal slowly climbs out of her chair and sits next to Dom.

[Torrocca]

Sersal wanders inside, twitching slightly. "Not sure who's worse... fedora-tippers or feminists."

Cerril and Saren are drinking coffee together in one of the booths.

Crysal attempts to read a newspaper before getting bored of it. "Nothing happened today."

Torr raises an eyebrow at Sersal and replies, "I'm not sure what's worse: you listening only to the vocal minority, or the fact that you're going to be a king who listens only to the vocal minority."

[Barboneia]

"Bitch, you so much as lick me Ava'd go apeshit and blow this entire fucking city up. She's done it before, you know. I think."

"Blowing up a competitor's city? You'd be doing me a favor." Crysal slowly climbs out of her chair and sits next to Dom.

Dom stared up at the towering (to her) Arkadacian, eyes wide. Sweat started to bead up on her forehead.
"...I thought you weren't all evil anymore!"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Torr raises an eyebrow at Sersal and replies, "I'm not sure what's worse: you listening only to the vocal minority, or the fact that you're going to be a king who listens only to the vocal minority."

"I'll hear them, but I don't listen. It's like the institutions trying to implement a state religion or the people who demand we ban eating certain kinds of foods. People exist for Arkadacia, Arkadacia doesn't exist for the people. If they dislike the way I rule, they're free to leave." Sersal adjusts his hair. "'Sides, Tumblr and Reddit should just go fuck already. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife."

"Blowing up a competitor's city? You'd be doing me a favor." Crysal slowly climbs out of her chair and sits next to Dom.

Dom stared up at the towering (to her) Arkadacian, eyes wide. Sweat started to bead up on her forehead.
"...I thought you weren't all evil anymore!"

"Morality is an objective thing, isn't it?" Crysal says, leaning over Dom and grinning maniacally.

[Barboneia]

Dom stared up at the towering (to her) Arkadacian, eyes wide. Sweat started to bead up on her forehead.
"...I thought you weren't all evil anymore!"

"Morality is an objective thing, isn't it?" Crysal says, leaning over Dom and grinning maniacally.

Dom slowly pulls out a small pencil from her purse and points it Crysal.
"...The power of... Ticonderoga compels you!"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Dom slowly pulls out a small pencil from her purse and points it Crysal.
"...The power of... Ticonderoga compels you!"

Crysal bites said pencil in half and spits part of it out, waiting to see Dom's reaction.