birdsbirdsbirds: (♦ legit how he sits 80% of the time)
яσвιи яє∂вяєαѕт ([personal profile] birdsbirdsbirds) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2015-01-17 12:06 pm

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Who: Anyone! Everyone!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: On the FLOOT LOOP stations! Or the planet!
When: WHENEVER time is an illusion.

[you know the drill! this is a mingle for the stations floating around the bizarre forest planet, or the forest planet itself!

want to get away from the forest illusions? are you stopping for supplies? were you just really craving a bowl of Floot Loops for some reason? whether you are backdating for pre-planet shenanigans or just want to mess around, this is the post for you!]
catamite: (just a statistic)

[personal profile] catamite 2015-01-31 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[oh yeah, he is all over that. look at that elven dexterity go. and he takes a big pull from it, tilting his head back, because he doesn't want to carry the bottle around forever.

the bubbles burn, though. he coughs and squints. and he meant to just push the bottle in her direction, but his whole body follows--leaning her way.]
aberrant_type: (one eye)

[personal profile] aberrant_type 2015-02-01 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
[When he bounces into her shoulder, she reacts automatically to reach out and take hold of his shirt collar. She just holds him up, scruffing him a little, reaching with her free hand to take the bottle... here's where it might get dropped, if ever, because between fielding him and it, her fingers are fumbly. If he's not holding it tight, it'll slip right through her hand.]
catamite: (not a whore)

[personal profile] catamite 2015-02-01 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[...oops. well.

he's not holding onto it super tight, especially while surprised over being collared.

which means that it's likely to slip through and hit the ground like a small, wet bomb.]
aberrant_type: (jesus no)

[personal profile] aberrant_type 2015-02-01 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Shit!

[She drags Nel away from the tinkle and kresh of breaking glass. At least she rescued the princess, if not the bottle.]

Ah... damn. Well... we drank enough anyway...