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wind_of_reason in luministi_logs

Sugar, sour cream, freshly grated nutmeg...

May 22, 2011 23:57

Characters: Fuu, Jamie, and Braxiatel
Location: Street near the Janus Theatre.
Time: May 22.
Summary: PIE FIGHT! 'nuff said.
Warnings: None.

( ...flour, salt, egg, melted butter, vanilla. )

[doctor who] braxiatel (ou), [doctor who] jamie mccrimmon (ou), #season two, [mkr] fuu hououji (ou)

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bonnypiperlad May 24 2011, 01:17:10 UTC

A short distance away is Jamie, who had come across the outdoor area entirely by accident earlier today, and had wound up spending a good portion of his time simply staring at the screen in amazement. It was a bit like the man on the box in in that house he had been staying at, but not quite the same, and he was fascinated ( ... )

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wind_of_reason May 25 2011, 22:52:03 UTC

Eyes wide, she helplessly clutched the incriminating pie tin and watched as her pie landed on Mister McCrimmon.

"Ahh! I'm sorry! I'm-" And she cut off as she heard the calm greeting beside her.

Turning her head quickly (and ignoring the accompanying sound effect), she blinked in surprise at seeing Mister Braxiatel standing there sedately sipping tea. And her with pie on her face. Literally. Blushing and trying to pull herself together, she returned, "Good afternoon, Mister Braxiatel," and quickly bowed deeply (the fact that doing so would be a classic comedic device going right over her head... [*is shot for the bad pun*]).

bonnypiperlad May 27 2011, 05:30:39 UTC

Jamie was busy trying to deal with removing the pie he was now wearing, so didn't notice the new arrival immediately. Grumbling to himself under his breath, he reached down and pulled off a large chunk of filling and meringue from the cloth and tried to shake it free.

It was tenacious stuff, and he found he was having difficultly getting it off his fingers. So, of course, the logical thing to do was to shake his hand rather violently in an attempt to rid himself of the pie. That worked...but instead of hitting the ground, he wound up sending it sailing across the space between himself and the others. The Scot's head shot up, an alarmed look on his face as he realized what he had done.

"Look out!"